Every country includes a unique beverage it claims as its own. In Costa Rica, the beverage of choice is Guaro.
There is a certain national pride related to claiming an alcoholic beverage. Think of Mexico and tequila immediately concerns mind. Vodka, of course, 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, of course, couldn’t miss out on the fun.
Depending which bartender you speak to, Guaro is either a mind erasing alcohol beverage or a power drink with a little kick. Guaro is the national beverage of Costa Rica. Despite visiting Costa Rica on multiple occasions, I have not tried. And once and for all reason.
The Guinea Pig
Ten folks were chilling out in the beach town of Carrillo just taking in the evening after a later date in the sun. Carrillo is a great town for fishing and a couple of epic surf spots are close by. It resembles Tamarindo, but with no overwhelming ex-pat influence pink whitney drink recipes. Unfortunately, Carrillo is very tame at night. Put another way, there is really nothing to do.
A little bored, the ten folks had congregated in a café overlooking the ocean. Tables and chairs have been pushed together and we had reached the point in the evening 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 had sampled Guaro. One of 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, so the drinks were probably similar. Indeed, Mexico Mike was the person for the job.
The shot glass came. Jokes were made. Mike through it back. A small grimace, a lime, slaps on the rear and general laughter. Just once we started egging one another to be the following person to have Costa Rica, an interesting thing happened.
Mexico Mike was becoming Pink Mike. Laughter stopped and concern spread across the table like the rash developing on his arms. We were probably three hours from the hospital and the definition of “pink eye” was dealing with a bigger meaning. His skin was turning pink! You might actually see it moving down his arms and across his chest. His girlfriend, Stuart, was not happy!
It has to be an unusual feeling to sit there and watch your skin change colors. Mike was cracking jokes as is his nature, but there is an absolute tension to his laugh. Fortunately, the reaction soon slowed and retreated. Within 20 minutes, he was good as new and we had a fresh story to tell.