Deserve ain't got nothing to do with it.

Last night, a friend betrayed me. 

Typical Milwaukee night: Drink here, drink there. Decided to check out a new place - where one of our party had enjoyed some good times in the past. It sounded great. Cool old bar, resident dog, wild lady owners who like other ladies, and “scorpion shots.”

Tuesday night, right? My friend made the recommendation, she’s fun, I trust her - i should have known her smile was a bit toooo wry…

Sure, fuck it, I’ll do the “scorpion shot.” What could it be…something with bite? Something totally hardcore? 151? Shite Vodka? Maybe even tequila. No….of course not. 

I turned to see what this might be as the bartender was pouring the shots, and saw something shocking. She was digging into a dark little jar, a jar full of wee scorpion carcasses. A scorpion shot, turns out, involves actual scorpions:

For real. I did that, the fucker got caught in my throat. I know it’s still in there, I think it came back alive and bit me. I think my insides are rotting and my throat is closing up. 

Anyway, I’d recommend doing a scorpion shot next time you’re at The General’s on First and National!

I also ate part of a frog earlier in the night, but that’s no big deal. 

Steve vs. Food: Steve