Well I had just had a very shitty day and was definitelty in the mood for some high end TQ. Usually that means Gran Centenario margaritas, so we order some with a little Gran Marnier and lime and while waiting I ask the bar man " what have you that's on par with gran centenario? He drunkenly reponds with" not much, that's the shit" I ask about Corzo and a few other tequilas and bring up the news of the Uber TQ Sammy's Cabo Uno. The Kaiser Soze of booze. He interrupts me with a non-chalant "yeah we got that" Disbeliving, I press for reiteration "no" I say wittily. He says yes and pulls off the shelf the leather and wood box I have seen but never seen and tells us "it's $34 a shot" After the day I had I quickly ordered 2.

I used to think that all tequila was the same, how could it be any different it's just a quick and dirty way to make booze, way too crude to ever consider sipping or even trying to find a good TQ for margs.

Even in Hawaii, when we were on the quest for the perfect marg, yes we had gran marnier instead of triple sec and yes we had fresh limes and bartender sugar, hell I even planted a lime tree in the backyard so I could grow my own- I ashamedly admit to using no better than Cuervo 1800. Towards the end I think I did stumble across Sauza Hornitos. But man I wish I knew then what I know now. Gran Centenario is a great tequila, smooth, buttery- a kind that yes you could sip if you wanted to. It runs about 65 a bottle retail for the Anejo, and make a damn fine marg.

But I digress, the shots were poured and presented with the margs. We held the high ball glasses carefully so not to spill a molecule of this precious liquid. (it's even pricier than gasoline!) At first it smelled of high thin vapors like acetone or paint when you first open the can. We didn't wait, but should of because as the drink breathed off the vapors, underneath was heaven. All fruity and vanilla with some caramel and oak, smoother than anything I have ever had. It had a finish like cream. Sometimes good booze gets way over hyped, but not this stuff. The bartender asked if we liked it and I replied with it's like getting a warm hug. On a scale of 1 to 10 I gave it a holy shit!

After the shots had been sipped, slowly, like 20 minutes slow. we then had to force ourselves to drink the margs. Now mind you these were $17 a drink margs, the best they make. But we were spoiled, it was like a little trip to the Louvre followed by a trip to Wal-Mart.

I wrapped up the bar tab ($106, before tip) and went home and deeee-rempt me some tremulous dreams, Cause I was god's own drunk and a fearless man.

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