craving

i slurped down this Bloody at a southern bistro, The Kingfish Cafe, in Seattle last September. It did me a world of good after a long night topped off by the most delicious seattle dog ever.

Lately I’ve had an intense mid-winter craving for something fresh and this would totally hit the motha effin spot.

Something tells me it’ll be a bit more difficult to find a decent Bloody Mary in Ann Arbor… Portlanders are so spoiled.