Baileys and Vanilla Vodka Flip

Bailey's and Vanilla Vodka Flip

Sugar Walls: Belle of the Ball Enchantment Edition from Pansy King Richard


When my sister from another mister, Pansy, chatted me up about her idea for a Sugar Walls cocktail, she said that she wanted to make something “sweet and sparkly and creamy…like Cinder-fuckin-rella good!” After some trials and tribulations (Baileys + Vodka + Grand Marnier = Heart Burn, or worse, Baileys + Vodka + Moscato = Curdles!) she came up with a concoction that gave her her fizzy sugar with her cream. Using a technique popularized by the Jewish deli favorite, the vanilla egg cream, she combined Bailey’s Irish Cream with Absolut Vanilla Vodka and the non-acidic club soda for bubbles without the equivalent of a glass of cottage cheese. And boy, was it good. So good, in fact, that she felt that the name Sugar Walls didn’t “adequately describe the majesty of the drink.”

Fast forward to some extra time with this Baileys and Vodka Flip in Casa de Cassandra and Pansy’s Palace. We did a sisterly check in to see how things were going, and both of us hit the magic potion a little too hard. Our Enchanted Sugar Walls took us back behind Cinderella’s castle, flipped our ballgowns over our heads, and fucked us from behind. Fair warning – this shit will get you giddy and then mess you up, so be ready to grab your ankles and go to town. Just sayin’.

This drink is from a trio of tipples submitted to the Dirty Girls Kitchen podcast in our Sugar Walls Cocktail Contest. The origin of the term “sugar walls” comes from a Sheena Easton song, allegedly crafted from Prince’s nickname for her vag. This creamy Bailey’s and Vodka Flip, submitted by our sister in salaciousness, Pansy King Richard, is inspired by Liquor.com’s Bourbon Flip recipe. Sparkly fucking danger just like her.

Bailey's and Vanilla Vodka Flip

Baileys and Vanilla Vodka Flip

1 1/2 oz. vanilla vodka (preferably Absolut Vanilla)
2 oz. Bailey’s Irish Cream
club soda

Add the vanilla vodka and Baileys to a shaker filled with ice. Shake that bitch like you are Cinderella trying to get Prince Charming to let you sit on his face. Strain into a tall glass, and start to pour in your club soda, letting it froth up some kinda yummy. Wait a spell and then pour some more club soda in, building a creamy head on the top of the glass. Serve with a straw and a sparkly swizzle stick (because you fucking can).

Cassandra Wellington

A walking contradiction, Cassandra has a philanthropist’s God-complex by day, and a hedonist’s appetite by night. She swears she doesn’t eat KFC and shops organic, but catch her in the wee hours of the morning making out with an everything burrito and then you’ll see right into her soul. Give Cassandra a thousand bucks at 2pm and she will create a revelation for you by way of a nine course gourmet tasting menu. Give her that same amount of cash at 2am and she’ll blow it on tacos, malt liquor and gummi worms. What? Don’t judge.

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