Welcome back to Seriously, Though, Who Is This?, a column by fearless contributor Xavier Aaronson, who anonymously texts strange and confusing culinary-related imagery to unsuspecting victims in order to uncover various aspects of the human psyche and the power of visual communication. This week, I reached out to some fancy bartenders for their input. Enjoy. This week, he enlisted the help of Christophe Parault to pull off these texts.
The canned Vienna sausage is the edible equivalent to all the piled-up unmentionables at the back of the slaughterhouse: mechanically separated, discarded remnants of a brutal chapter in an animal's life.
This frothy drink is the classic martini's troubled cousin, dirtied with brine and a dash of hot sauce. It's like drinking liquid liverwurst, only juiced up with vodka, and then rinsing your mouth with lard.
So for this edition of Seriously, Though, Who Is This? I took a pic of my own sausage 'tini, posted up a Michelangelo apron behind it to class things up, and sent it to a few unsuspecting people.