Steakermeister equals Successermeister
i'd like to announce that the very first Inter-Provincial, Quasi-Annual Steakermeister Night went off without a hitch (except for a few mild cases of Chronic Falling Downism).
for those of you who don't know, Steakermeister is a futuristic hybrid of Jagermeister, food stuff and good hearted social jackassery. what started months ago as a half baked brainstorm grew into a snarling three-headed beast of culinary genius.
i won't disclose the exact recipe here (it's not that i don't trust you, it's that i can't trust you), but i'll give you a little nibble. it involved several prime cuts of the tenderest steak Montreal has to offer, topped with dried apricots, minced garlic, ancient hot pepper oil from another country that you'll never find around here, and about ten ounces of silky, delicious Jagermeister. there might have been more, i don't know, i just barbequed the stuff.
but what i do know is that it was a complete success, digested and enjoyed by all who were present.
here's the Steakermeister 2005 Honor Roll:
Chad and Cathy (Kathy?), aka Team Marinade.
Joe the Butcher, for supplying the meat stuff.
Jim, for use of the loft, the grill and the "dry pasta in lieu of toothpicks" idea.
Dan and Alex and Dave and Simon and Dave Two, for their continuing encouragement of all things Jager.
Tara, for graciously letting us sleep off Steakermeister 2005 on her livingroom floor.
Mari, for accepting us even though we are silly, silly people.
and everyone else who was there for the Post Steakermeister Halftime Firework Shitshow, the All Too Real Whale Impersonation and the Accidental VIP Titty Bar Pit Stop.
we couldn't have done it without you.
now here's a taste of the official Steakermeister anthem, as written by Chadwick Rigamarole "She-Hulk Can Eat Me" DarkWing Burt.
(to the tune of the "Juicy Fruit" song)
Get your steaks shined up,
Grab a quart of Jagermeister.
The taste is gonna move ya!
Take a sniff...
Pull it oww owowow owt...
The steak is gonna move ya when ya pop it in yer mouth!!!
Steakermeister! it's gonna move ya!
The steak is soft, it sticks right to ya!
Steakermeister! The booze, the booze, the booze is gonna moooove ya!!!
for those of you who don't know, Steakermeister is a futuristic hybrid of Jagermeister, food stuff and good hearted social jackassery. what started months ago as a half baked brainstorm grew into a snarling three-headed beast of culinary genius.
i won't disclose the exact recipe here (it's not that i don't trust you, it's that i can't trust you), but i'll give you a little nibble. it involved several prime cuts of the tenderest steak Montreal has to offer, topped with dried apricots, minced garlic, ancient hot pepper oil from another country that you'll never find around here, and about ten ounces of silky, delicious Jagermeister. there might have been more, i don't know, i just barbequed the stuff.
but what i do know is that it was a complete success, digested and enjoyed by all who were present.
here's the Steakermeister 2005 Honor Roll:
Chad and Cathy (Kathy?), aka Team Marinade.
Joe the Butcher, for supplying the meat stuff.
Jim, for use of the loft, the grill and the "dry pasta in lieu of toothpicks" idea.
Dan and Alex and Dave and Simon and Dave Two, for their continuing encouragement of all things Jager.
Tara, for graciously letting us sleep off Steakermeister 2005 on her livingroom floor.
Mari, for accepting us even though we are silly, silly people.
and everyone else who was there for the Post Steakermeister Halftime Firework Shitshow, the All Too Real Whale Impersonation and the Accidental VIP Titty Bar Pit Stop.
we couldn't have done it without you.
now here's a taste of the official Steakermeister anthem, as written by Chadwick Rigamarole "She-Hulk Can Eat Me" DarkWing Burt.
(to the tune of the "Juicy Fruit" song)
Get your steaks shined up,
Grab a quart of Jagermeister.
The taste is gonna move ya!
Take a sniff...
Pull it oww owowow owt...
The steak is gonna move ya when ya pop it in yer mouth!!!
Steakermeister! it's gonna move ya!
The steak is soft, it sticks right to ya!
Steakermeister! The booze, the booze, the booze is gonna moooove ya!!!
posted by mike | 9:26 PM
3 Comments:
waaay better Pontiac.
i'm free for drinking on Friday Saturday and Sunday.
Deadly Sinners?
was I there for that?... oh thats right.. i wasnt.
alright mike, lets here it... how were nails?
ahhh Daryl... you were sorely missed by all.
and i'll tell you how they were, but i'd rather do it in person, so you can see me wildly flail my limbs and jump up and down and hear my voice jump up a half dozen octaves until i sound like a little bearded schoolgirl as i recall the events of the night in question.
they played Burn, dude.
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