You take this:
Glass of Vodka
Add what you want from this:
Bentley's Bloody Mary Bar
And you get:
Oh, there’s no photo. Because I ate too many pickled things (Dilled brussel sprouts? Texas pickled okra? Pickled garlic? Spicy pickled pickles?) and drank just one Bloody Mary and got tipsy.
The Vermonster has been telling me I shouldn’t go to Bentley’s since I moved here. Now I think I know why. It’s an Aspen locals joint, so that means mostly boys, and they like their drinks strong. I mean, who doesn’t? But it’s no wonder my boyfriend doesn’t want me in a den of men drinking heavy pours.
Also. How does Bentley’s, an English pub in the historic and beautiful Wheeler Opera House building, four steps up from the sidewalk, manage to feel like a dingy basement when it has windows OPENED TO THE STREET? It makes no sense to me. And even though I’d pay $8 for the Bloody Mary Bar just to fill my glass with pickled things and serrano tomato juice, it was the oddest-looking Bloody Mary Bar I’ve ever seen. Wooden shelves of condiments?
Nonetheless, an Aspen recommendation. Only in Aspen.
Also. Add mustard to your next Bloody Mary.