A Tale of Two Toes
Actually, it’s only one toe, the same toe. And this article doesn’t quite qualify for inclusion as a report on anthrophagy, aka cannibalism, but it’s close enough. Besides, I thought it was funny. We all need a little levity, don’t you think? Sure we do. In that spirit, then, may I present to you all the strange narrative of the amputated toe of the Sourdough Saloon in Dawson City, Yukon, Canada? Why thank you; I will go ahead, as it pleases you.
Those wacky Canucks at the Sourdough had a specialty drink called the “Sourtoe Cocktail,” wherein the desiccated toe was dropped in a shot of whiskey. Where did this toe come from? That was my first question, too. It seems a rumrunner lost his toe to frostbite in the 20s, and somehow or other the saloon came into possession of it. It has been the thing to do to drink a shot with the toe in it since the 70s. I don’t get it, myself. Like the worm in the bottom of a bottle of Tequila. What’s the point? To show that you’re so drunk you don’t mind drinking hooch with gross stuff floating in it?
Anyway, somebody stole the toe. The rocket scientist, though, when he absconded with the toe, left behind a certificate awarded to him for drinking the Sourtoe Cocktail–a certificate with his name on it! The thief must’ve been scared when they called in the Mounties, because he mailed the toe back to the saloon, along with an apology, shortly thereafter.
You know what they say about the Mounties. They always get their toe.