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    A young woman suffered severe burns after a flaming Sambuca cocktail 'exploded' in her face in a bar in the early hours of the morning.
    Eyewitnesses said the 24-year-old's 'face caught fire' in the 'freak accident' in Lola's cocktail lounge in Manchester city centre which actively promote their fiery drinks.
    She sustained burns to her cheeks, forehead and chest and was rushed to Wythenshawe Hospital's burns unit after being treated with morphine.
    ...
    Flaming Sambuca shots are made by pouring the spirit into a glass over two of three coffee beans. They are set alight and the alcohol burns with a pale blue flame
    The flames should (SHOULD???) then be extinguished and drinkers inhale the fumes from the glass before downing it.
    Geez... what ever could have gone wrong???
    We are so fucked.

  • #2
    Ordering any drink involving sambuca was her first mistake, obviously.

    Wouldn't it be easier to just dump sambuca into coffee if that was the taste you were aiming for?
    "Alexa, slaughter the fatted calf."

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    • #3
      As a liqueur, sambuca make a great paint thinner.
      "Think as I think," said a man,
      "Or you are abominably wicked;
      You are a toad."
      And after I had thought of it,
      I said: "I will, then, be a toad." - Stephen Crane

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      • #4
        Originally posted by Celeste Chalfonte View Post
        As a liqueur, sambuca make a great paint thinner.
        Heh!
        Bask in the warmth of the Deep South
        No one will be denied:
        Big law suits and bathroom toots;
        We're all getting Dixie-fried.
        But somewhere Hank and Lefty
        Are rollin' in their graves
        While kudzu vines grow over signs that read "Jesus Saves."

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        • #5
          Ahh, sambuca. My last sip of that began with a flaming shot...although I didn't drink that first flaming shot, I split the remainder of the bottle with my roommate. It was a gift for my 18th birthday, freshman year of college. I've never again tasted the stuff.
          Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
          Robert Southwell, S.J.

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          • #6
            Originally posted by phillygirl View Post
            Ahh, sambuca. My last sip of that began with a flaming shot...although I didn't drink that first flaming shot, I split the remainder of the bottle with my roommate. It was a gift for my 18th birthday, freshman year of college. I've never again tasted the stuff.
            I'm surprised you can remember the event - that stuff is nasty and dangerous even when it isn't on fire.
            "Alexa, slaughter the fatted calf."

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            • #7
              Originally posted by Gingersnap View Post
              I'm surprised you can remember the event - that stuff is nasty and dangerous even when it isn't on fire.
              I remember the flaming shot, because I hadn't yet had anything to drink. I remember a line of feet as I went to the bathroom to vomit. i remember getting up and going to my 8:30 class. That's about it. And for some odd reason, I remember it was a Thursday.
              Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
              Robert Southwell, S.J.

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