Getting Merry at Barrio Angel
Written by: Violet Myers
In celebration of Barrio North’s upcoming name change, where they will cast Barrio North aside and rise from the ashes like a phoenix to become Barrio Angel, North Four popped down to welcome in the news. Never one to miss a tipple, we gave it the good old college try by sampling some of the fantastic cocktails the Mexican themed bar is so famous for.
Now my mother has always warned me of the dangers of drinking cocktails, apparently their bright neon colours and fruity flavours can lull one into a false sense of sobriety. But this isn’t the 50’s, my generation pretty much single handedly invented the binge drinking session and the resulting anti social behaviour that goes with it. So bottoms up and bring it on.
1. The South Sea Sour
What’s the poison?: Beefeater Gin, Santa Terea Rum, orange, lemon, pineapple, Peychaud Bitters.
First impressions: It’s a beauty; sharp, juicy and bright pink!
Resulting Merriness: All anxiety for drinking alone is gone and replaced by a strong desire to show the bartender that sick new dance move I’ve been working on. He’s undeniably impressed. Although he’s desperate to ask for my number, I choose to remain mysterious by holding eye contact while slowly moonwalking into the men’s bathroom.
2. The Ram Berry Jam
What’s the poison?: Homemade Raspberry Jam Liqueur, Stoli Vodka, Prosecco.
First impressions: Sweet, fizzy and served in a tall champagne flute, this cheeky number is also garnished with a Jammy Dodger; I’m the fanciest 12 year old at the party.
Resulting Merriness: I make friends with the people sat next to me by engaging them in a lively 20 minute debate about ‘The Sixth Sense’. Unfortunately, while I’m at the DJ booth requesting ‘Believe’ by Cher for the 9th time, I manage to lose them. I think I spot them hiding under a table, but I’m probably mistaken.
3. The Hoodrat
What’s the poison?: Stoli Vodka, red chilli pepper, vanilla, apple.
First Impressions: Where have you been all my life? This old girl is spicy, sweet and dangerously more-ish.
Resulting Merriness: Being roughly pulled down from dancing on the table by the bouncer reminds me of this one time at my ex’s sister’s wedding. I decided to give my ex a quick call to check in, when I realise my phone is missing. I spend a considerable amount of time accusing everyone in the nearby area of stealing it, only to find it half an hour later in my bra.
4. The Ol’ Dirty Bastard
What’s the poison?: Four Roses Bourbon, Santa Teresa Rum, hint of orange.
First impressions: This is grown-up drink with no funny business. I feel like I’ve been beaten up by Humphrey Boggart.
Resulting Merriness: Treat myself to a 12 piece bucket of chicken on my way home, fall asleep on the night bus and wake up in Morden. Someone has stolen my chicken and replaced it with bones. Spend £60 on an Uber back home. Top night.
NB: Please drink responsibly… consuming only ‘clear’ alcoholic beverages and having a kebab at the end of the night does not denote responsible drinking. Unless it was a lamb shish with salad. Nuff said.
Photos: Mike Ashdown
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