
So here's the set up - Bill Ritter gathered six young New Yorkers together at the trendy Blue Fin bar on Broadway (side note: If you're ever wandering down Times Square check that joint out. It's in the W Hotel and populated with some of the smokingest city shortys I've seen - dressed to impress and drinking like fish - a combination hard to beat, y'all). The window below faces out onto Broadway so even if you don't go in you can stand on the sidewalk and gawk at the beautiful people). Each of the six was a self professed

They followed that taste test up with another - a mixed drink test where they mixed those same brands (including the rot gut Smirnoff) into small Cosmopolitan samples. Guess what, y'all? None of the six could tell which sample contained their top shelf brand and which contained the moonshine Smirnoff! Damn. Given that mixed drinks with top shelf vodka run $3/$4 dollars more per drink than those mixed with house vodka, seems to me the smart play is to go with the full bodied, flavorful, well balanced Smirnoff and stop frontin' with all that Grey Goose this and Grey Goose that. But that's just me...
'Tini Mack! Homeboy, I won't hold it against you if the next time I dip to the crib you've got your Grey Goose bottles topped off with Smirnoff (maaa fact, those joints probably already are!) but just recognize that if I peep the empty Smirnoff bottles in the trash that's going to effect the flow rate of singles into the tip jar, man cuz Homey don't play that! I only drink the best spicy, nasty vodka!
Peace@Least,
Tyrone
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