|Kate Opatz – Co-owner of Montana|
What is the worst or weirdest drink a barfly has ordered from you?
First off, when I talk about the ‘worst’ drinks that get ordered at Montana, I generally just mean the sweetest, most hangover inducing, bizarre combinations of things. They very often involve Red Bull, the ordering of which always makes me grimace. But really, I love when someone asks for something strange that I’ve never heard of, especially if they know the recipe.
The other night a grown man ordered a Vegas bomb. He was a full-on, respectable-enough adult – it wasn’t his twenty-first birthday, it wasn’t an ironic gift for a friend, it was what sounded like a good idea to him. And it wasn’t his first one, because he responded to our looks of confusion with a recipe – equal parts crown royal and butterscotch schnapps dropped in a glass of Red Bull.
It was one of the highlights of my night, one of the many reasons bartending is never boring. Who knows, maybe we should have Vegas bombs on tap.
Montana is located at 1506 E Olive Way.