Gotta love the Ruski’s sense of boldness, aye? The former U.S.S.R. collective often seems to embody an environment apparent lawlessness. Or, at least it’s portrayed that way in American media. The nearly ubiquitous Dashcams-Gone-Wild typically document the effects of such an disorganized state of affairs; reminding me of something – not unlike – post-war [former] Yugoslavia. This time, however, it was a semi-intentional stunt-gone-wrong captured via smartphone at an imbibery.
Now look, despite Bloombergia’s dystopian, draconian, ruleset, I’ve set many a Romana Sambucca, Dr. Pepper shots, and Banane Flambée to dripping blue flame for presentation purposes. Nothing this side of Flair Bartending is as spectacular. I don’t do it as often as I used to these days, but whatever. Regardless, I’d never would I dream of pouring flames into a anyone’s pie-hole. WTF?
Albert Bykov, a barkeep from the Siberian town of Novosibirsk, has different ideas. Apparently, they’re liberal enough over there to allow him to bathe guests in fiery flames on the regular. This one time, it went abysmally wrong for an (equally idiotic) guest, Alexey Ponamarev. Something tells me that going forward, our boy Alexey might be sticking to that tried-and-true Russian staple, luke-warm Vodka shots.