It’s no secret that I’m a major proponent of Clamato. If you’re somehow unfamiliar (and I pray that you aren’t), it’s like regular tomato juice, but clammy.
Every year, for two years, I have hosted a party during which the only mixer that I provide is—you guessed it—Clamato. It’s a great prank on my guests and also gives me an excuse to drink Clamato, which in this backwards country is considered a weird thing to consume by yourself. And, if you’re thinking “Lobo, it’s not nice to invite your unknowing friends to a party and force them to drink Clamato,” then let me stop you right there. I give plenty of warning in my invites that the event is Clamato-only, but some attendees think that part is a joke—because, really, why would one do such a thing?
Celebrate Clamato today by imbibing in the Bloody Caesar, the superior cousin of the Bloody Mary (which I also very much enjoy):
1 1/2 ounces vodka
4 ounces Clamato juice
2 dashes Worcestershire sauce
Dash Tabasco sauce
Pepper (to taste)
Garnish: celery stalk
Guys, you just gotta give a round-of-applause for Clamato.