Are You Ready for a Football?

That's right. Not some football. A football.

 

Don't mind if I do

No, not like that. Like this.

• Fill a glass with Fernet-Branca
• Add a spoonful of cream, either whipped or foamed
• Serve  

This little concoction is called a Football. That's right, not a Fútbol. A football. And why? I have no idea. But it should go well with some chips and dips tomorrow.

Enjoy!

(Go Saints.)

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Filed under: Fernet cocktails, Posts about Michigan, If you are rooting for Indianapolis you are a communist

Fernetiquette True FAQs

Dear Fernetiquette, 

I've got lots of questions.
Awesome. But that's... not really a question.

I know. I'm just saying I have them and that they may or may not be asked frequently.
Oh. I suppose you'd like me to answer them in a timely fashion, then?


Ideally.
Typical.

I'll probably get on with it now-ish.
Solid. Fire when ready.

(cont'd after the jump)

Places I've had Fernet: Ann Arbor, Michigan

FOUND AT: Zingerman's Roadhouse in Ann Arbor, Michigan on the evening of September 26, 2008.

THE STORY: While waiting for a table, I purchased a shot at the bar for myself and one for my old man. Someone next to me heard the order and asked if I was from San Francisco. I said yes. The bartender said he couldn't recall anyone ever ordering the stuff before.

I finished my shot. Dad did not. I forgave him. Michigan beat Wisconsin the next day 27-25. We yelled ourselves hoarse and sang The Victors arm-in-arm.