This beverage has a rather unassuming beginning much like most nuns I would suppose, but sneaks up on you unsuspectingly. One night while at my favorite haunt I was chatting with the bartender about what I would like to drink that night.
I was feeling particularly girly that night, but not so much that I wanted an overlysweet Mai Tai or Red Death… I was looking for a desserty cocktail that wouldn’t fill me up too quickly but was refreshing and delicious.
Bartender (Missy): “Hon, what is it you feel like?
Me: “*sigh* Oh Missy I don’t know… I’m bored of beer, I don’t want wine, you make a mean cosmo but I’m kind of tired of those… I want something like a martini, but sweet, but not TOO sweet…”
Missy: “… Hm. How about…. something with vanilla vodka? A Stoli Vanil with Coke maybe?”
Me: “WAIT! I’ve got it!
I asked for a martini style drink with Stoli Vanil and a splash of Frangelico. She readily agreed; that was the drink I should be having that night, she had a gut feeling about it. In less than two shakes of a lambs tail (or the cocktail shaker) she had poured an ice cold pale concocction that was about to slam me to the floor in a half-nelson.
And so the Slutty Nun was born on a hot summer’s day in downtown Rochester at the Bug Jar. It’s not exactly the kind of place you’d expect such a delicate cocktail to be born, it’s just the right place.
The name, er, well let’s just say the name is because of the shape of the Frangelico bottle (which is true, to a point.) It seems innocent as it smoothly and sweetly dances on your tounge, but whoo baby does it pack a mean and unsuspecting punch when you least expect it.
(Usually around the second drink.)