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BAKER ST. PUB'S MADSKIE

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By W. Healy

Published on January 13, 2009 at 2:21pm

When I want to be at my social best after dark, I generally like to day-drink. Rolling into a party full of strangers is more fun when you are five or six drinks ahead of the pack (the leader in the clubhouse, if you will). I am the king and these are my subjects. They will do as I say, laugh at my jokes, play music I like. And I will defeat them roundly at Flip-Cup or any other drinking game that is offered. At least, that's the way I envisioned shit going down later that night when I got started circa 2 p.m. at Baker St. Pub & Grill (5510 Mor­ningside #100, 713-942-9900). The locals suggested, nay insisted, that I drink their beloved Madskie shot creations to ensure that all would go swimmingly later in the evening. (Thanks, Lance!) As you might imagine, my Swiss watch of a plan never really came together, but judging by the photos — and the 24-hour virus I contracted early the next morning — the party I went to was fun.

1 1/4 ounces vodka

1 ounce cranberry juice

Splash orange juice

Shake ingredients with ice. Serve on the rocks. Go to party. Lie on couch watching football for the next 24 to 48 hours.