My ruminations about Israel have been interrupted by another trip. On July 7 we embarked on a Holland America Land+Sea adventure to Canada and Alaska. It was a trip of firsts. Though we had been to Canada and Alaska before, this time we were venturing north of the Inside Passage and were journeying to the Klondike Gold Fields. I guess it was the continual stories of pioneers, frontiersmen, shills, and native peoples that made me a little more adventurous this time around.
In Dawson City, in the Yukon Territory, I was introduced to the "Sour Toe Cocktail" served up at the Downtown Hotel.
From the Dawson City website:
The legend of the first “sourtoe” dates back to the 1920’s and features a feisty rum-runner named Louie Linken and his brother Otto. During one of their cross-border deliveries, they ran into an awful blizzard. In an effort to help direct his dog team, Louie stepped off the sled and into some icy overflow—soaking his foot thoroughly.
Fearing that the police were on their trail, they continued on their journey. Unfortunately, the prolonged exposure to the cold caused Louie’s big toe to be frozen solid. To prevent gangrene, the faithful Otto performed the amputation using a woodcutting axe (and some overproof rum for anesthesia). To commemorate this moment, the brothers preserved the toe in a jar of alcohol.
Years later, while cleaning out an abandoned cabin, the toe was discovered by Captain Dick Stevenson. After conferring with friends, the Sourtoe Cocktail Club was established and the rules developed. Since its inception, the club has acquired (by donation) over 10 toes.
So...you show up at the Downtown Hotel, buy a shot of Yukon Jack for $5 and wait in line to see the "Toe Captain." For an additional $5 he will pronounce the rules: "Drink it fast or drink it slow, but your lips have gotta touch the toe."
He drops the gnarly toe in your glass and you drink it down!
Oh yeah, there's a hefty fine if you swallow it...yuck. The Captain said they are down to their last toe.