I loved tomato juice as a kid, and then I discovered the adult alcoholic version of tomato juice: the Bloody Mary. I’m not sure if I would’ve been interested in a drink called the Bloody Mary as a kid since I was also deathly afraid of the woman in the mirror by the same name, although I never had the nerve to invoke her.
I once tried to make a Bloody Mary as a college student, as it seems I was more interested in experiments than hitting the books, or I guess painting the canvas (more accurate, as an art student). When I tried it out, it was pretty much Vlad, tomato juice, and a sad wilted celery stick. It did not taste good. It was poured down the drain rather quickly. I’m lucky that didn’t ruin Bloodys for me.
Bar Ferdinand is a Spanish tapas restaurant/bar in the Northern Liberties section of Philadelphia, that has a decent brunch, and what wouldn’t be brunch without a Bloody?