I’m Too Old For Shots But Not “Thimbles” of Liquor

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Let me get a shot of…

These words crossed my lips countless—and I mean, countless—times over the course of my twenties. I first got a taste for shots when I worked at a bar in south Philly, where a few ounces of hard booze served as universally understood punctuation marks during a night of drinking. It was the exclamation point that solidified camaraderie between fellow service industry folks and the emphatic period that represented the end of the festivities and steeled one against the chilly walk home. They were symbolic. They were special. They were...perhaps less than advisable or responsible. They were really f#%ing fun*.

But now that I’m on the other side of thirty, the idea of ordering a shot at a bar suddenly seems a bit...I don’t know, age inappropriate? Gauche? In poor taste? There’s certainly a time and a place, but those times and places have become fewer and further between. At this point in my life, I feel like I need some kind of special permission to throw back a bit of the hard stuff beyond a temptingly priced shot-and-beer special. And that, my friends, is exactly what the biergarten situated underneath Baltimore’s Fadensonnen has done so artfully.

I visited the dark, cozy taproom back in November along with some college pals the night before a dear friend’s wedding. The mood was celebratory but restrained—anyone who has crossed the Grown Up Hangover Rubicon knows that getting too drunk the night before a wedding is a recipe for disaster. And at the end of the carefully curated list of beers, suddenly there it was, a bit of bar program genius: ‘WEE THIMBLE’ Chilled Vikre Aquavit, MN $2. What a positively intriguing suggestion!

I mean, a “wee thimble”? What harm could such a diminutive, charming quantity of spirituous liquid possibly wreak on an otherwise-subdued evening? Plus, it’s aquavit—caraway-scented and assuredly Adult and Sophisticated, a far cry from the rounds of bottom-shelf bourbon and tequila I tossed back in my youth. And for two measly bucks no less?! The best bar menus are those that suggest exactly the thing you want but never would have thought to order, and this one had it in spades. Have a little bit more fun, why dontcha! Permission: Granted.

I ordered my beer and a round of six “thimbles”—which were, indeed, tiny metal cups holding perhaps an ounce of liquor—for a crew of friends who had congregated around one of the propane-powered heaters outside. Everyone grinned conspiratorially as I doled them out, quietly reminiscing about all the times where these would have been bigger and the first of many for the night, and raised their cups to toast the bride and groom to be. We dispatched the aquavit, clean and cold and bracing, and let out a collective ahhhhhhhh. And we all had one more round of beers and headed back to our Airbnbs, feeling every bit our age, and no less fun for it.

Go there: Fadensonnen

Originally Appeared on Bon Appétit