Costa Rica — Reviews in the Guaro
Every country includes a unique beverage it claims as its own. In Costa Rica, the beverage of choice is Guaro.
There is a specific national pride associated with claiming an alcoholic beverage. Consider Mexico and tequila immediately involves mind. Vodka, obviously, complements Russia. Visit Greece and an ouzo headache can’t be far behind. Aquavit in Sweden will certainly turn your head…and stomach. Costa Rica, obviously, couldn’t lose out on the fun.
Depending which bartender you talk to, Guaro is either a head erasing alcohol beverage or a power drink with a little kick. Guaro may be the national beverage of Costa Rica. Despite visiting Costa Rica on multiple occasions, I haven’t tried. And for good reason.
The Guinea Pig
Ten of us were going out in the beach town of Carrillo just taking at night after a later date in the sun. Carrillo is a good town for fishing and a few epic surf spots are close by. It is comparable to Tamarindo, but with no overwhelming ex-pat influence. Unfortunately, Carrillo is extremely tame at night pink whitney cocktail. Put another way, there is really nothing to do.
A little bored, the ten of us had congregated in a café overlooking the ocean. Tables and chairs have been pushed together and we’d reached the purpose at night where we were telling lies about how great we used to be. The bartender/owner approached our table and suggested we hadn’t experience Costa Rica until we’d sampled Guaro. Among our merry band was selected.
Known humorously as Mexico Mike, our guinea pig was experienced in the means of Mexican Tequila. Mexico was remotely near to Costa Rica, and so the drinks were probably similar. Indeed, Mexico Mike was the man for the job.
The shot glass came. Jokes were made. Mike through it back. A tiny grimace, a lime, slaps on the rear and general laughter. Just even as we started egging each other to be the following person to have Costa Rica, an interesting thing happened.
Mexico Mike was becoming Pink Mike. Laughter stopped and concern spread throughout the table such as the rash developing on his arms. We were probably three hours from the hospital and the word “pink eye” was taking on a much bigger meaning. His skin was turning pink! You may actually notice it moving down his arms and across his chest. His girlfriend, Stuart, wasn’t happy!
It has to be an odd feeling to sit there and watch the skin change colors. Mike was cracking jokes as is his nature, but there was a certain tension to his laugh. Fortunately, the reaction soon slowed and retreated. Within 20 minutes, he was good as new and we’d a fresh story to tell.