A cocktail containing clam broth and accessorised with a stick of celery ought to be gross, but I do love a Bloody Caesar. It’s a Canadian thing: vodka, clamato juice (a blend of tomato juice and the aforementioned clam juice), Worcestershire sauce, Tabasco sauce, served on the rocks in a glass rimmed with celery salt. Today we sat drinking them on a roof in Montreal, looking over the port, and it was very good indeed. Meant we didn’t need a starter when we went for our lunch too. Other memorable clamato moment: trying to drive from Montreal to Toronto in the century’s wildest snowstorm, getting marooned in Morrisburg, in the Macintosh Inn, a hotel with a luke warm tub and a waitress who declared everything “beautiful”. Bloody Caesars got us through the night.
