weekly spirits is a segment I’ll be doing every week featuring a liquor that I like. this weeks spirit comes from the Louisiana Spirits Distillery in Lacassine, Louisiana. Located between Lafayette and Lake Charles, Lacassine is… ok i’ma keep it real with you chief, I know nothing else about Lacassine, LA. other than the fact that an amazing rum flows up out of there and in to one of my favorite cocktails. I had never even heard of the place until I started mixing cocktails with Bayou Rum. I mean you can’t blame me, I was born and raised in LA. and I still can’t tell you anything about majority of the small towns dotted throughout the state. There’s just to many.
Anyway, back to Bayou Rum. I was first introduced to Bayou Rum while living in Texas. A bar I was working at carried their Bayou Silver rum. It was so effing smooth. I would even put it about say, Bacardi, or Cruzan. it’s just that smooth, and that’s all thanks to the sugar cane that is grown at the distillery. I mean that part of Louisiana is considered the sugar cane capitol of the US.
So next time you’re looking for a smooth and light rum, check out Bayou Rum (their Bayou Satsuma is my favorite. It’s reasonably price, local and delicious AF.
I can’t remember the precise moment I started watching Parts Unknown, but I do know, prior to that, I’d never heard of Anthony Bourdain and despised culinary shows. That all changed after experiencing him on CNN for the first time a few years back. I was hooked.
Anthony Bourdain had a way of making his viewers feel apart of his travels, conversations, and experiences. He was always engaging with his surroundings, eating exotic shit, being fearless, and never shying away from controversial issues effecting the locals wherever he traveled. Bourdain never exploited those people, disrespected them or made them feel small. He always seems curious about their plight, what they were going through, and why it was happening.
His suicide hit me hard this morning. I can’t say it hit me harder than I thought it would because I didn’t anticipate it or anything like that. I, like many others around the world, just didn’t see it coming. I wasn’t prepared. I wasn’t ready. I doubt that anyone was. I just pray his loved ones get through this.
So I just watched the new Superfly trailer for the third time and I don’t feel good about it. I figured this “remake” wouldn’t be as good as the original, but this shit right here gives me the feels of an epic fail. Like, if you can’t do a classic film justice then just don’t do it. Period.
For starters, the lead character’s hair had me in my feelings. This nigga got a “single mom short bob” perm’d hair style in 2018. Like, really y’all? If you’re going to attempt to modernize a culturally defining classic film like “Superfly” you could’ve left out the shitty perm y’all.
Also, from what I’ve seen from the trailer, it comes off as a trap god, Atlanta mess. Like, what’s the end game? What’s the message? I mean, I’m all about telling black folks stories, but what’s the bottom line?
The original Superfly was super important and captivating to black folks. It showed black people dominating white men for the first time on any screen. That was major for us.
Granted, I can’t really speak on it in depth because I haven’t seen the whole film. But from what I’ve seen from the trailer alone, WTF?