This past weekend I ventured to Collegetown to take part in the ritual known city-wide as “sake bombing.” I haven’t taken part in this sacred art since the pre-carding days of Miyakes we so fondly recall from freshman year.
Basically, what you do is pour a few ounces from a 22oz. Sapporo into a mug. You pour some sake into a shot glass, balance that on top of the mug, slam the table so it falls, and chug it down.
...as such
Back in the fall of 2006, when I was a relative lightweight, one order would get me drunk. But this past weekend, I got a buzz, if that. And I noticed that prices were much higher than I recall from a few years back. $9.95 for some beer and sake? Never again.
So I introduce to you, the American Bomb.
What you’ve got to do, when going sake bombing, is go prepared. This means a backpack filled with beers and liquor. What works for me, is a few tall boys of Natty Light, and a flask full o’ scotch.
Once you’ve done all your sake bombs and your table is a mess, you get American on their Japanese asses.
Fill yer mug with the Natty, put your scotch in the shot glass, and slam it down.
Bombs never tasted so good, or so American.
