You know what a Bull’s Sweat is and you’ve lived to tell the tale.
If you lived in SLO during your 21st birthday, you probably spent your debut of newfound alcohol-fueled adulthood downtown doing the classic 12-stop bar crawl—complete with a handmade sign tied around your neck that listed all the drinks you had to down at each place.
The first stop? Bull’s Tavern. The drink in question? The notorious Bull’s Sweat. You know it’s a combination of gin, wild turkey whiskey, tabasco, and Worcestershire sauce, but depending on who makes the drink (and how punitive that particular bartender is feeling) there could be a little something extra in there.
Chances are good that you spent about fifteen minutes after the deed was done breathing slowly, clutching your stomach, choking back gag reflexes, and cursing your terrible friends, but from that day forward you joined the rest of the cheering crowd any time a fresh-faced 21-year-old took on the challenge.