DOTW: Jäger Bomb

Posted by Cameron on 10.13.08 10:46 PM

(c)2008 AEC **all rights reserved**If there is a drink out there with fewer redeeming qualities than the Jäger Bomb, I can’t imagine what it is. Seriously folks, this drink is a bad idea. It tastes like cough syrup, it’s loaded with sugar, it packs enough caffeine to instantly add fifty points to your heart rate, and one of the main ingredients is made entirely of industrial chemicals.

And so, in honor of Stevi’s Mixology Monday topic, Guilty Pleasures, I’m horrified to share with you that I’m completely, utterly addicted to the Trailer Trash Speedball, the Turbojäger, the Flying Hirsch, La Perla Negra: The Jäger Bomb.

I picked up this dirty little habit during my tour of duty as a guitar player for Seattle-area cover band Bad Alibi. For the first three months, I was fastidious about not drinking during performances. To tell the truth, for the first month, I was too panicked to even think about trying to play with a buzz on, which amused my band mates tremendously. They rarely got out of control, but every set was accompanied by beer and, to tell the truth, if our drummer wasn’t stoned, he couldn’t keep time at all.

Before the third and final set of the evening, one of the Alibi Boys would usually buy a round of Jäger Bombs. At first I declined to take part in the toxic trainwreck, but eventually I thought, “Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it.”

Like any destructive obsession, ritual is an important part of the Jäger Bomb. A shot of Jägermeister, an herbal liqueur, is served next to a pint glass containing half a can of Red Bull energy drink. You drop the shot glass into the pint glass and chug the mixture. Think of it as a millennial boilermaker.

As I climbed back on stage after my first ever Jäger Bomb, I immediately understood the appeal. Our third sets usually ran from midnight to 1:45am. Fridays weren’t too bad, but we always played two nights in a row and the third set on Saturday could be tough. No matter how big the crowd was, by 12:30, the entire room was completely blasted. By 1am, the energy would start to fall off, and by 1:30, the only people upright were usually us and the bar staff.

Mixology Monday badgeThis is all by way of saying that if you run around playing high voltage rock and roll late at night, the Jäger Bomb starts to make a lot of sense. One produces a high, fine, jittery feeling, and two will definitely get your motor running. Drink three in quick succession and you might as well hand the bartender your credit card and have them call the cops now, just to save time.

After about a year and a half of playing 5 hours a night, 2 nights a week, 3 weekends a month in roadhouses anywhere from 45 minutes to 2 hours outside the city, all while holding down a full time corporate day job, my attitude towards rock godhead changed. The crowds were getting smaller, the drives were getting longer, and there is absolutely nothing fun about breaking down the stage at 2am. When I left the band, I mostly stopped drinking Jäger Bombs, as it’s not the sort of thing that you order in polite company.

But every now and then I let the inner Neanderthal come out to play. I drop the shot into the glass, and fire back the mixture. As the tight rush crawls up my spine, I close my eyes and remember when the lights flashed, the fog billowed, and—with one foot on the monitor and a snarl on my lips—I delivered the mighty rock thunder to a sea of dancing hooligans.

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Jäger Bomb
4oz of energy drink (roughly 1/2 can of Red Bull)
1 shot Jägermeister

Pour the energy drink in a pint glass. Drop the shot in the pint glass and drink the whole mess down. Rock on.

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Comment by Genie

Um, Cameron? Perhaps we need to start a Food Blogger Band. I have the keys and the vocals covered. And I remember a particular night back in suburban DC when we had a three-set gig on a night I had a sinus infection. Some guys in the bar bought the band a round of Jager shots, and I wasn’t going to do mine (you know, the SICKNESS), but then I thought, well, what the hell. I’ve got to say — I think that Jager shot (even without the energy drink) was the difference between my having a voice and not.

In other words? I won’t order one of these in polite company. But I, too, understand the power of the Jager when it comes to bringing the rock.

Posted on 10.13.08 at 11:14PM

Comment by Jeffrey Morgenthaler

You should be ashamed of yourself, Cam. Mixing Jäger like that.


Posted on 10.14.08 at 4:35AM

Comment by Alice Q. Foodie

A food blogger band – I like it! Somebody must play the accordion around here!

Seriously – that’s a great story -though it still didn’t make me to want to drink one of these things. ;-)

Posted on 10.14.08 at 8:24AM

Comment by Cameron

Genie — I’m in. “One Bourbon, One Shot, One Beer,” “Have a Drink on Me.”

Jeffrey — Every day in every way.

Alice — Thanks! Very sensible.

Posted on 10.14.08 at 9:50AM

Comment by sam

And anyone who saw my college ‘band’ photos over on Facebook will know I’ll be able to do a pretty good job of posing for the Album Cover!

Anita – this post cracked me up. Join Facebook and post pictures – please!

Posted on 10.14.08 at 11:02AM

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[...] Cameron at Married…with Dinner used to play guitar in a band called Bad Alibi, which seems appropos for this MxMo! While playing gruelling sets, his bandmates introduced him to the millennial highball, the Jäger Bomb. Drop one shot of Jägermeister into half a glass of Red Bull, and chug. The Red Bull provides the sugar and caffeine, and the Jäger more sugar and that punch of alcohol needed to make it through the last Saturday set. [...]

Posted on 10.14.08 at 4:12PM

Comment by Jennifer Hess

This is my favorite MxMo post, ever.

Perhaps my early 90s college radio roots are showing. :D

Posted on 10.14.08 at 7:28PM

Comment by Helen

I have been drinking red bull and Jägermeister for years without ever knowing about the ritual of the bomb. How bizarre.

Posted on 10.15.08 at 5:07AM

Comment by Morgan


Somehow I knew you played in a rock band in year’s past. I just knew it.

Posted on 10.15.08 at 6:16AM

Comment by Dr. Bamboo

Great post! And I’m probably the only person reading this for whom the Red Bull would be more dangerous than the Jager.

Oh, how I envy people who aren’t hypersensitive to caffeine.

Posted on 10.15.08 at 8:09AM

Comment by Jenni

Trailer Trash Speedball. Hilarious. I missed your blog.

Posted on 10.15.08 at 2:24PM

Comment by Tina

Awesome post! Although, I can’t stomach a Jager Bomb ever again!

Posted on 10.17.08 at 11:27AM

Comment by Nellie of the Rocks

Cam, I hope you saw Alton Brown do a Carribean version of the JB with a couple of roadside chefs: a shot of brandy and then the half glass of Red Bull afterwords. I think it was my favorite Feasting on Waves episode. No JBs for me as I’ve given up all caffeine for good. Cheers and keep the great posts coming.

Posted on 10.19.08 at 9:54PM

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