The Continuing Search for a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster

A continent away, in a different Portland, I found another Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. There’s something vaguely mirror-universe-like about the whole thing. As if all the hipsters with complex and carefully tended facial hair flock to one Portland and those who remain clean shaven flock to the other. This Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is made at the Pub at the End of the Universe, and I dragged my not particularly nerdy friend along, particularly to procure one, instead of stumbling across it the way I did in the other Portland. Their recipe for the best drink in the universe contains Blue Curacao, sweet and sour mix, lemon juice, whiskey, and assorted other things, garnished with a lemon slice. It tasted more like what I would’ve imagined a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster to taste like, more like having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon, wrapped round a large gold brick. I did miss the added excitement of the hot sauce that had made drinking the one at Silly’s in Portland, Maine such an interesting experience.

The Search for a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster

I told a friend about my trip to the Waystation and he asked if they served Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters there. This is what the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (an invaluable book; I’m carrying a towel all around the continent with me, even if it is only a hand towel. It’s also on my list of travel narratives to read, if I ever finish Lord of the Rings) has to say on the subject of Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters:

[T]he best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which is like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.