Those of you who know me know that I have a long-standing weakness for a good vodka. Okay. Those of you who merely know of me are probably aware of my vice. With this in mind and a birthday to celebrate on Friday night, I decided join the birthday boy Ken Goldstein, the erudite Paul Frankenstein, the ever lovely Kambri Crews and others for celebratory drinks at the Russian Vodka Room.

The RVR is a wild place. It's just dingy enough to be a dive and is inhabited by a bizarre mix of Eastern European beauties and seemingly lost tourists. The draw, however, is their infused vodkas. Some of their concoctions are quite tasty. The strawberry vodka and the apple cinnamon variety, for example, drew raves. After a few infusions of our own, however, someone decided to take a wide turn down the dark alley of bizarre treats.

As a public service, I'm here to disuade you from partaking of the garlic, dill and pepper variety. It may sound good on a pizza, as one of us noted, but it was decided that imbibing in such a mix is sure to keep you from any activity with the opposite sex for the better part of two years. Less offensive, but equally bizarre, was the horseradish infusion. I'm not sure whose brilliant idea this mix was, nor am I sure who amongst us decided to order up an entire carafe of the potion. I'm just sure that both ideas were fairly horrific.