The Story of the "Coron-ion"

First, it's pronounounced "core-onion." And what I'm about to tell you is true.  And finally, it could only happen in the great state of California.

A few years back I was sitting at Pier 39 in San Francisco enjoying a bucket of Coronas with my friend, Sue.  We were people watching and enjoying the beautiful day along San Francisco Bay.  Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge were clearly visible in the near distance.

We had just finished some food.  Right now I have no recollection of what we ate. I think it must have been some kind of burger because it came with a slice of raw onion which I had removed and it was now sitting on my plate with some crumbs from the long gone bun.

You all know that when you break up a slice of raw onion, it turns into onion rings, so I should say I was sitting with a plate of raw onion rings.

Although we were having a great time together, I suppose in some kind of bored moment, we each took one of the onion rings and slipped it over the neck of our Corona bottles and continued drinking.  Not long after, a group of hot California college girls came along.  As I always do, I said hello.  One of them, in her best valley girl voice asked me about the onion ring on my bottle... and ladies and gentlemen, the Coron-ion ( a mix of Corona and onion) was born.  I make up some of my best shit when I'm half in the bag.

So, I told her, "this is a Coron-ion (a term I made up on the spot). I continued: "Brewers of Mexican beers have found that lime was actually causing a fungus in the beer and they were suggesting this as a replacement.  The oils from the onion seep through the glass bottle and flavor the beer in a very delicious way... and there is no trace of onion breath."  And then, to completely set the hook and complete the story, I stood up, kissed her on the cheek and asked, "do you smell any onion?"  To which she replied, "no, that's amaaaaaazing."

Off they went and found a table not to far from where Sue and I were sitting.  I was asking Sue if she thought they bought my story, but all she could do was shake her head.  I got my answer 30 seconds later when the waitress came by their table and asked if they wanted anything to drink.  In her best valley girl voice, my new California friend excitedly asked the waitress for "4 Coron-ions."  I heard the waitress ask, "what's that?"  And when the girls looked over to our table, we already removed the onion ring from the necks of our bottles. They weren't angry... I think they thoight it was pretty funny and confirmed my belief that you can tell someone from California almost anything and they will believe it.  Ask Jerry Brown.

Amaaaaaazing....

Here's a photo of me recreating the Coron-ion.