Every country features a unique beverage it claims as its own. In Costa Rica, the beverage of choice is Guaro.
There is a specific national pride related to claiming an alcoholic beverage. Think of Mexico and tequila immediately comes to mind. Vodka, of course, goes with Russia. Visit Greece and an ouzo headache can’t be far behind. Aquavit in Sweden will definitely turn your head…and stomach. Costa Rica, of course, couldn’t lose out on the fun.
Depending where bartender you talk with, Guaro is either a head erasing alcohol beverage or an energy drink with a little kick. Guaro could be the national beverage of Costa Rica. Despite visiting Costa Rica on multiple occasions, I have never tried. And for good reason.
The Guinea Pig
Ten people were going out in the beach town of Carrillo just taking at night after another day in the sun. Carrillo is a superb town for fishing and a few epic surf spots are close by. It is similar to Tamarindo, but minus the overwhelming ex-pat influence. Unfortunately, Carrillo is very tame at night. Put another way, there’s really nothing to do.
Somewhat bored, the ten people had congregated in a café overlooking the ocean. Tables and chairs had been pushed together and we had reached the point at night where we were telling lies about how exactly great we used to be. The bartender/owner approached our table and suggested we hadn’t experience Costa Rica until we had sampled Guaro. Certainly one of our merry band was selected.
Known humorously as Mexico Mike, our guinea pig was experienced in the methods for Mexican Tequila. Mexico was remotely near to Costa Rica, and 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 pink whitney recipe. A small grimace, a lime, slaps on the rear and general laughter. Just even as we started egging one another on to be another person to have Costa Rica, a funny thing happened.
Mexico Mike was becoming Pink Mike. Laughter stopped and concern spread across the table such as the rash developing on his arms. We were probably three hours from the hospital and the definition of “pink eye” was taking on a much bigger meaning. His skin was turning pink! You could actually notice it moving down his arms and across his chest. His girlfriend, Stuart, was not happy!
It must be a strange feeling to sit there and watch the skin change colors. Mike was cracking jokes as is his nature, but there was a definite tension to his laugh. Fortunately, the reaction soon slowed and retreated. Within 20 minutes, he was good as new and we had a new story to tell.