SnoozeControl wrote: Dawson City, Yukon Territory -- A toe is staring back at me from the bottom of my glass at the Sourdough Saloon, magnified by a good measure of high-octane alcohol.
I take a deep breath and drink quickly, making certain the pickled human digit touches my lips, however briefly, to qualify for membership in the Sourtoe Cocktail Club.
The tradition started years ago as a rite to initiate someone who became a "Sourdough," a true northerner who has survived at least one brutal Yukon winter. "We've gone through quite a few toes over the years," said Downtown Hotel bar manager Matt van Norstrand. "Some are swallowed, one was chewed up and several were hijacked by military cadets from Ontario."
Luckily, there is no shortage of careless lawnmower operators across North America willing to donate. "We keep an extra one in the freezer," van Norstrand added, "for just such emergencies."
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Can you amp up your posts a little. This is so trite and fluffy. :rolleyes: