I am the recipient of an honor I never expected to receive: a Minneapolis bartender has named a drink after me.

And I don't even drink.

Sitting at a table in Sushi Tango in Minneapolis with Tina, Brenda and Chris, savoring the unagi and hamachi, enjoying the afterglow of finally getting my third Guinness World Record certificate in the mail, sharing it and being seen by a waiter (his first day on the job) who passes the information about his guests to the bartender, who asks this question: "What would a drink called 'The Bullwhip' be like?"

Chris: "It would be dark."
Brenda: "It would be sensuous."
Tina: "It would have a bite."
Me: "It would wake you up."

A few minutes later, the waiter distributes four drinks to us: The Bullwhip. A raw oyster rests at the bottom of a glass of brown sake under a swirling surface of cayenne pepper and spring onion slivers. My three companions are in agreement, that the drink is dark and sensuous, it has a bite, and it will wake you up.

I am now looking forward to some deli naming a sandwich after me. Yes, it would be dark, sensuous, have a bite, and wake you up. I do not think NASA is ready to name a shuttle after a whip cracker (it won't even do it for a TV star who wins a "Name The Shuttle" contest) , but I have been wrong before.

And I also know that anything is possible.

Have a good one!
-RD-