#Mionetto

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Conheça o DOCG Superiore Rive Di Santo Stefano da Mionetto

A marca resolveu ampliar a sua presença no Brasil, com esse rótulo de luxo e que já está disponível

A marca resolveu ampliar a sua presença no Brasil, com esse rótulo de luxo e que já está disponível Seu novo lançamento é originário no coração da área do Prosecco DOCG (Denominação de Origem Controlada Garantida), nas encantadoras colinas de Valdobbiadene, na região de Treviso, na Itália, uma subárea particular de cerca de 200 hectares denominada “Rive di Santo Stefano”. No local, as colinas,…

[bdpst24]

A Mionetto Luxury Superior bekerült a borvilág 2023-as elitjébe

A Mionetto Luxury Superior bekerült a borvilág 2023-as elitjébe

A Mionetto Luxury Valdobbiadene Superiore Prosecco D.O.C.G Brut nem kis bravúrt ért el a napokban. Bekerült az amerikai Wine Spectator magazin 2023-as, TOP 100-as összeállításába. Prosecco ilyen komoly szakmai elismerésben még alig-alig részesült, hiszen az elmúlt 35 évben a Mionetto mindössze a harmadik, amelyik a nagy múltú szakmai lap listájára fel tudott kerülni.  A világ vezető borszakmai…

[cr-inge]

Happy New Year (:

[mywinepal]

Sparkling Wine Suggestions for New Year's Eve

Sparkling Wine Suggestions for New Year's Eve #NYE2023 #bcwine #bcvqa #cava #prosecco @BlueMtnWinery @TIMEWines @HesterCreek @ChurchStateWine @seguraviudas @mionetto_

New Year’s Eve is just around the corner.  Have you purchased your sparkling wines to celebrate?  Here are some sparkling wines I enjoyed this year that you may want to consider buying.  Some BC sparklers are only available at the winery, but the foreign bottles should all be available at BC Liquor stores.  Cheers! My Sparkling Wine Suggestions BC Wine Blue Mountain Vineyards and Cellars Gold…

[invinoevn]

*Ներառյալ մսի և պանրի տեսականի *Includes a meat and cheese platter Ի՞նչ փրփրուն գինիներ եք նախընտրում: Որո՞նք են նրանց հիմնական տարբերությունները: Նոյեմբերի 30-ին միացե՛ք մեզ՝ համտեսելու և քննարկելու Արմենիա Վայն և Միոնետո ընկերությունների կողմից արտադրված 2-ական գինիների տարբերությունը: Նաև հնարավորություն կունենաք փորձելու ՆՈՐ Թարիրի ավանդական մեթոդով պատրաստված գինին (Methode Champenoise) հենց գինեգործի հետ և ծանոթանալու պատրաստման եղանակներին: Երեկոյի գինիները | Wines of the Evening 1. Տակառ էքստրա բրյուտ Takar Extra Brut 2. Թարիրի փրփրուն Tariri Methode Champenoise 3. Միոնետո Տրեվիսո պրոսեկո DOC Mionetto Treviso Brut 4. Միոնետո Վալդոբիադենե պրոսեկո DOCG Mionetto Valdobbiadene prosecco What type of sparkling wines do you prefer? What are their main differences? On November 30th, join us in tasting and discussing the difference between 2 local wines produced by the Armenia Wine Company and 2 Italian wines produced by Mionetto. You’ll have the opportunity to try the NEW Tariri Traditional Method wine (Methode Champenoise) with the winemaker himself and learn about the winemaking processes. #Armenia #Yerevan #6Saryan #InVino #Armeniawinecompany #champagne #prosecco #charmat #Mionetto (at In Vino EVN) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cld0dmEMCEX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[unfriendly--blvck--hottie]

Nah...

Mimosa at night hit different!

[carolmunson]

the boy is mine (carol's edition)

you know i had to do it to 'em. if you'd like to take a crack at the 'the boy is mine' writing challenge, you can check it out here. you can also see the masterlist of everyone's works here. a/n: for me, how eddie was fleshed out in FOI has always been how i see him. hurting, but goofy, but snarky, but sweet, but loving, but scared, but all that. eddie 'has taken care of himself since third grade' munson just makes sense to me. in this ficlet, our romantic night in gets muddled when eddie doesn't know how to just let someone love him right. i've also always have written eddie as older than he actually is, so here -- he's 25. argue with the wall. tw: 18+, angst, hurt/comfort, some smutty references but no smut, references to smoking and drinking. some arguing but nothing crazy.

The day was hard on his shoulders and back, no one should be hunched over the hood of a car for this long -- and even being young isn't saving him from the grimace he makes every time he gets out of his bed with a decades old mattresss. Eddie cracks his neck each way while he chugs down the road leading to Forest Hills, slick and shiny with rain from the afternoon. The orangey yellow headlights on his beat up '71 Chevrolet bounce cheerily off the darkened asphalt, but the scrape, clatter, and growl of his engine and whatever else was a stark reminder that this van was on it's last leg. As bright as the headlights were, the gloomy purpled evening sky was a perfect match to his mood.

Today is Eddie Munson's birthday.

For the past few years, Eddie has spent his birthday working double shifts at the auto shop and then meeting the guys at the Hideout to get so drunk he can't see. Can't be sad about your birthday if you're too drunk to think about how your mama's dead and your dad won't call. Can't be sad about how you won't ever get to hear her sing you happy birthday, or put on a record, or dance with you in the living room. Or have your dad make dinner and put the six pack away if only for that night. To not run out on 'a job' or 'work a late shift' where he won't come back for days afterward.

He'd drink and drink until you had to hold him up to get him out of the bar, piling him into the back seat and having the guys follow you home to help load him into bed. He always looked forward to the greasy diner hangover breakfast in the morning where it could be just the two of you, and not his birthday, and not all the awful things he thinks he is.

The gravel groans and crunches when he pulls in at the side of the trailer he used to share with Wayne. With another roll of his head and shoulders he kills the ignition, hopping out of the van and leaning over to grab his bag. It's only when he slings it over his shoulder that he notices the warm glow of the kitchen light on, passing muted through the small curtains. He hip checks the door shut and makes his way up the steps that need repairing -- another thing to add to the list for 'Spring Cleaning' in a couple weeks that he knows he'll forget to do until you remind him or one of the boards rots out. Eddie's ring tap against the metal handle and he braces for the screech of the door, only to be met with the cozy blend of garlic, onion, and rosemary hitting his nose first. He swallows while he kicks off his work boots, turning the corner to see you in the kitchenette, putting the lid back onto the one large pasta pot he has and turning the burner off. "Oh!" you jump when you see him, shock turning into a smile, "You're earlier than I thought you'd be. Hold on!"

"What're y--" He's interrupted by you hurrying into the fridge, glass clinking when you pull out a Mionetto bottle that was already opened to reveal the cork.

"Surprise!" you ring out, popping the bottle with a little flourish, "Happy birthday!" He stands there, unsure at first what he's looking at, trying to take it all in. You in the kitchen with an apron on, the table set nice, a cake set on the counter to cool with a covered bowl of what looks like home made vanilla frosting next to it. To the side, a familiar small notebook lays opened to a buttercream recipe -- his mom's buttercream recipe, still scrawled in her loopy handwriting on yellowing pages with fading blue ink.

"Melvald's didn't have any like, nice cups," you say with a scrunch of your nose as you pour two glasses of prosecco into flimsy plastic flutes, "Is that okay?" "Uh..." he snaps back to reality when you hand him the cup, "Y-yeah that's okay." "Happy birthday, handsome," you smile, raising your drink before you take a sip, he follows suit.

"What is all this?" he asks, voice sounding like it's coming from someone else. Objectively, he should be falling to his knees right now, crying with adoration for you. Sobbing over the clear effort you've put in for a romantic night together at the trailer. "Um," you suck in your lips quickly, and release them, eyes lowering to the scuffed linoleum, "I uh, I made braised short rib and mashed potatoes, some broccoli. Wayne told me that um, that your dad used to smoke them for your birthday but we don't have a smoker so..."

"Why?" The swell in his heart builds from genuine affection to suspicious bitterness, this was way too much.

"Did you not check the calendar today or something? It's kind of a big day," you try to lighten the mood with a laugh, taking the apron off and hanging it on the hook by the hallway, "Sit, sit." He follows your direction, sitting at the table where the place setting is the best it can be with what you have. You even folded up the paper towels nicely. He silently sips on the bubbles, uncomfortable on the makeshift throw pillow cushion on the chair, while you take the plate in front of him and begin serving.

"I should um," he starts, voice gravelly, "I should wash my hands and uh, and change or..." "Yeah," you nod, voice higher pitched than expected, "Go, go ahead. It'll all be ready when you're done washing up." He leaves the glass behind, thudding into the bedroom where he notices a Frederick's of Hollywood bag sitting at the end of the bed. A small pile of gifts in shiny blue paper lay stacked up pretty on his dresser -- a card front in center 'Eddie My Love' - you write it in the same way you sing it to him absentmindedly every now and again. Flipping the lyrics every time. He swallows again, pulling in his cheeks and biting down while he peels off his coveralls and slips into what he was planning to wear to drinks later -- a band tee and some worn jeans. It feels cheap to wear this now, now that you've put in all this effort. Now that you're looking all sweet and put together in the kitchen for him. He rolls his shoulders again, trying to stretch the frustration out. He doesn't wanna be mad at you, you didn't do anything wrong. He doesn't wanan feel so sick in his chest over it -- but he does. All this work for what? Eddie takes his rings off to wash his hands, using the same Dove bar soap to wash the remaining grime off his face from work. Big inhale, big exhale into the towel on the door before making it back to the kitchen where the dinette table was ready for dinner, two tapered candles lit in old holders on the side. He sits across from you, your eyes glittering in the light of the flame.

"You didn't have to do this," he says quietly. Your lips twitch into a half smile, head cocking slightly to the side. "I know, but it's your day...it's a big one, too. The big two-five," your voice doing its best to soothe, "Can't just, I dunno -- get plastered at The Hideout every year..."

"Sure I can," he shrugs with a quirk of his brows, pushing the mashed potatoes around with his fork. He watches the melty pat of butter ooze off one of the edges like a volcano, pooling in next to the broccoli. "And you like that? That's fun for you?" you chuckle before noticing he's just playing with his food, "You gonna eat?"

"Getting plastered at The Hideout is like, tradition," he mutters, looking at the clock over the cabinets, "And we're gonna be late meeting the guys."

"Ed..." you say, a vapor of disappointment floating through his name when you say it. He winces.

"Like I said, babe," he says, "You didn't have to do all this -- y'know, spend all this extra cash on dinner and --"

"I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to -- I wanted to do something nice so that your birthday could be sp -- " "Okay, well I don't need my birthday to be special, it never is," he snaps, he doesn't mean to, "I didn't ask you to do this for me." You hold your soft gaze at him, shoulders round down while you rest a cheek on your palm. If Eddie's mama was still alive, she'd tell you to get your elbows off the table.

In the flame, your glittering eyes turn glassy. You let a soft breath out through your nose, a sulk clear in your posture. "You're right," you mumble, a soft squeak of a sound while you slowly stand, shaking your head, "You're right, you didn't ask. I shouldn't have assumed that you..."

You trail off while you flick the lights on in the kitchen, leaning forward to gently blow out the taper candles. Your hand swishes away the smoke and soot, pushing out out of the cracked kitchen window before the smoke detector catches it. The cabinets creak while you take out some Tupperware from the top shelves, the good stuff that the ladies in the park sold Wayne back in the 70s. They click and clack as the bowls and trays and their tops hit the formica counter top.

"Well--well, wait -- you don't have to pack it up, babe," he says, sitting up a little taller in the chair. When he hears the shudder in your breath he stands, "You don't have to put it away."

"No, it's fine," you assure, a small strain coming through from your chest, "It'll be like -- you'll be so excited when you get home and there's all this food. I just gotta call the guys and tell them to just go to the bar instead of coming here."

"Whaddayou mean, coming here?"

You turn around, eyes wet now but not crying, a tug on your brow and taughtness in your jaw from where you try to hold it back.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," you shrug, "But like, it's not important. Lemme just pack this up and I'll get it figured out." "What's the surprise?" he asks, tilting his head to get a better look at you. "Well I..." you let out another breath, lower lip wobbling; an action your stop with a sharp inhale through the nose. "Well I thought it would be fun if the guys came over and did a birthday oneshot campaign with you. I helped Gare and Jeff write it and Jeff was gonna DM," you let out in one breath, "And it was gonna be like, a silly drinking game version." "You were gonna play?" he asks meekly. You nod. You rarely play, always watch. Always make snacks or help him clean up the trailer, always order the pizza because Eddie forgets to. Always add extra mushrooms on one because Richie likes extra mushrooms. Always make sure to get one with white sauce cause red cause doesn't sit great with Dustin.

"Did a, um, did a character sheet and whatever," you say, defeated, while you open the utensil drawer to pull out an extra pair of tongs and a serving spoon, "Drew her -- it's in your card."

You start to pack up the food and the tears start up again, welling in your eyes but still not spilling over. Eddie steps forward, getting between you and the pots and pans on the stove.

"Hey, wait," his voice bare audible, "Babe, don't."

"It's okay," you sniffle, "I just have to call them."

"No -- baby, stop," there's an edge now, ring hand falling on your wrist, "Stop packing it up."

"It's fine--"

A waltz between you, him, and the tupperware on the counter.

"Don't make me..." he huffs, trying to maneuver the tongs out of your hand, "If you don't stop, we're gonna have a pr--"

"Ed, enough! We will go to the bar, it's fine," you urge, anxiety heightening in your chest where it bursts, you start to cry, "Please, let me put it away. It's fine. I just -- fuck --"

"I feel like such an asshole," you sigh, breaking. You relent, letting go of the tongs where he takes them and leaves them between the burners on the yellowed stove.

"Don't be like that, you're not," he soothes, closing in on you against the counters edge, "You're not, I'm sorry."

"I really just wanted your birthday to be special," you weakly murmur, wiping at your eyes.

"You know how I get," he says, rough hands coming up to cup your face where he leaves a soft kiss to your cheek, "M'just not great at bein' fussed over."

"You deserve to be fussed over, doofus," you garble out, his thumbs replacing your fingers to catch the tears as they fall.

"It's hard, babe," he nods, "You knows it's hard for me. Y'know with my mom's stuff gone and my dad being...who fuckin' -- who fuckin' knows. The Hideout just makes sense. That's y'know -- that's what I deserve."

"That's not even true," you shake your head, "Don't be stupid."

"Well, I barely graduated so," he offers you a peck to each salty, wet cheek, "Stupid's my middle name." "Don't cry, sweetheart," he breathes, leaning in with a slow kiss. A kiss drenched in apologies and thank yous, breaks away just to kiss again. And again, and again, and again until you're both breathless under the sickly yellow green glow of the overhead kitchen light. "How about I change into something nicer than this, and we'll pop these plates in the microwave and start over," he asks, a smile toying on his full lips, "'Kay?"

You nod back, getting another peck stolen from you, and following him down the hall. "Oh, yes, yes, allow me to slip into something more..." he announces with flourish, posing half sexily half awkwardly in the doorway to his bedroom, "Uncomfortable." You snort, giggling while you follow in after him, settling on the end of his bed, "You don't have to dress up fancy." "'Course I do," he tsks, brows furrowing, "M'going to a five star restaurant doll, I can't look like a slob." He pulls out a pair of slacks from a funeral he went to two years ago, discarding his jeans and sliding them up over his pale legs. To your dismay, he plucks the t-shirt with a screen print of a tux out of his closet, and exchanges the worn Dio tee with that. You'll always prefer the Dio tee. "Classy," you tease. He winks, and that's enough to make you okay with the tux shirt. His fingers trail over the stack of presents and land on the envelope.

"Can I open the card?"

"Sure."

"Am I gonna cry over it?" he asks, looking at you over the dull paper when he flicks open the top.

You shake your head, "Nah, it's not sappy. You're the sappy card writer."

"I'm so sappy," he agrees, pulling out the card, "I gotta work on that, huh?"

"No, I like when you're sappy, ya sap." You watch him read the card, blush evident in the warm wash of gold from his bedside lamp. You're not a sappy card writer, but you always know how to make him feel like a kid with a crush. When he opens up your character sheet his bottom lip tucks between his teeth. "Shit," he grins, "Rogue tiefling, huh? You tryna kill me?"

"I thought it could be fun," you titter, standing up to look at the pages next to him, "Chaotic evil. Look at me."

"Ugh, baby's first villain," he gushes, "I love it."

"Look at the picture," you bounce on the balls of your feet while he goes to the next page. A much quieter 'shit' falls from his mouth. It was not a drawing that was for the rest of the guys to see, a sketch of a tiefling version of you in an outfit meant for his eyes only. "So you are trying to kill me," he asks, fingers tracing the curve of 'your' hip on the page where the outfit digs into the fat of 'your' hips.

"No, that'll be later," you smirk.

"Hm?' his brows raise.

"What do you think is in the Frederick's bag?" you ask, faux innocence smattering into your tone.

"Ah, you put a little costume together for me?" Eddie's mouth waters at the thought, brain fuzzy as he looks at the picture and then at you.

"Something like that," you tease, making your way back out into the hallway. "Something like that?!" he repeats back, hurrying back out to pull you into a searing kiss before you can make it back into the kitchen. The kind from the movies where he dips you down toward the faded carpet. As he pulls away, he nuzzles your nose against his, staring at you through lowered lids, "Thank you."

"You're very welcome," you nod, both of you making it back to full height, "Happy birthday."

You relight the candles on the table and nuke the plates of food, topping off each others plastic flutes with the left over Prosecco. There's three cases of beer in the fridge and you know Gareth is bringing Absinthe and it's something you pray doesn't mess your boyfriend up too much.

Dinner is the best meal Eddie's had in years, unable to keep his eyes off of you in between bites while you rehash your day and him, his. You're picking up the dishes off the table when the boys show up and they deliver. Taking the heat off you, they provide the snacks and even more extra booze. Jeff passes out party hats that make you all look ridiculous -- Eddie can remember laughing this much on his birthday, not even when he was a kid. Not even when his mama was alive.

After the oneshot completes and everyone is ankles deep in a tipsy haze and the smoke from a few joints lingers in the air, you walk in with the cake that is finally frosted -- the 2 and 5 confetti colored candles dancing in front of him while the rest sparkle in the middle of the coffee table. He makes one thousand wishes that he knows will come true because his friends are all still there with him and so are you. You're one room right over, cutting the cake and plating it up, and you'll be there when the boys leave in your skimpy nerdy costume that you bought just for him. And you'll be there while he sleeps and you'll be there when he wakes up. You'll be there across from him the next morning when he feeds you fries dipped in chocolate shake at the diner.

Today is Eddie Munson's birthday. And his mother's buttercream frosting is the sweetest it's ever tasted.

[adamlouisvanlandingham]

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[iforimaginary]

Delivering on my promise of writing up a Lonely Eyes theatre date. I rarely put out snippets this short, it took some work to not let it unravel into a full-length chapter!! For a bit of context, the two are viewing a stage performance of ‘The Mousetrap’ and Peter can’t help but see a tinge of Elias in Mr Paravicini’s character.

Extract Title: Mionetto

Extract Type: Drabble

Extract Length: 451W

Extract Status: Complete

Extract Warnings: N/A

“You joke in poor taste, Peter.” the pampered man hissed through his teeth as he glared at his companion with as much evident intensity as the murky stage wash, barely illuminating their seats in the grand upper circle, would allow. Elias held himself to an impossibly high standard of etiquette, he particularly respected the unspoken but engraved rules of satisfactory audience behaviour during a running show, which held back the true colours of his annoyance by several orders of magnitude.

A self satisfied smile spread across The Captain’s face, dissolving sweetly at the edges “I didn’t say a thing…” he protested with clear surrender in his tone as he turned his attention back to Mr Paravicini who was now delivering a rather dramatic monologue regarding his mysterious arrival to Monkswell Manor. In his honest defence, very few words were exchanged in order to deliver his quip. As a matter of fact one simple side glance is all it took to get his message across, which proved his association all the more accurate.

Soon enough the curtain fell, the house lights rose and the bustle of the bewildered crowd signified the beginning of intermission.

“I see what you are getting at…” Elias stated in a stern manner which was difficult to take seriously as he stood up and swiftly headed for the bar located in the foyer below, Peter followed wordlessly “I see it, and yet I must protest. I look absolutely nothing like him, God knows I definitely don’t act anything like him.” he insisted as he approached the marble countertop.

“Yes of course, dear-” Peter agreed, allowing himself to rest his hand on the small of Elias’s back as he placed his order “You two are absolutely nothing alike. So much so, three theatre ushers definitely didn’t eye you up as we entered.” he added with a chuckle as the tailored server handed the other man his glass of prosecco “And one of the clerks most certainly didn’t double check the reunion photograph to make sure you weren’t an old actor coming in for a nostalgic viewing.”

Elias sighed, accepting his drink gracefully and proceeding down the corridor to return to his seat “Perhaps, I do resemble him somewhat.” he admits as he takes a swing from his flute and cringes ever so slightly, examining the colour of the liquid “I still don’t understand why they don’t serve Mionetto…” a melodramatic expression is painted on his face.

“Because it’s a concession bar, darling.” Peter whispers lovingly, a barely present hint of banter in his tone as he places a feather light kiss to his partner's temple. They locate their seats and await for the curtain to rise yet again.

[cawamedia]

Mionetto Aperitivo premiär

Den helt nya Mionetto Aperitivo – direkt från Venedig till Stockholm laserades på Vau de Ville i regi BKO Bindefeld Kommunikation. Vi var varmt välkomna att vara med på lanseringseventet i vårig italiensk stil på en av Stockholm mest omtyckta uteserveringar. Likören syftar specifikt till att göra en Mionetto Spritz, som består av tre delar Mionetto Prosecco och två delar Mionetto Aperitivo, med…

[gastronominho]

Mionetto chega no Brasil

Marca que celebra a paixão pela arte do vinho espumante, alcançando o título de marca internacional de Prosecco mais vendida no mundo.

Marca que celebra a paixão pela arte do vinho espumante, alcançando o título de marca internacional de Prosecco mais vendida no mundo. A Mionetto é a estrela global da categoria, fazendo parte do portfólio da Henkell Freixenet, líder mundial do setor de vinhos e espumantes. Atualmente só podem ser chamados de Prosecco os espumantes feitos exclusivamente com uvas Glera colhidas na Itália, dentro…

[drinksgeek]

Most Popular Prosecco Brands: A Guide to Bubbly Bliss

Delicately fruity, floral and oh-so sparkling, here are the most popular Prosecco brands straight from the vineyards of Italy.

Most Popular Prosecco Brands:

La Gioiosa Prosecco DOC Treviso

La Marca Prosecco

Bottega Gold Prosecco

Cinzano Prosecco DOC

Freixenet Prosecco DOC

Mionetto Prosecco Brut

Canti Prosecco

Ingrid’s Top Pick: Freixenet Prosecco DOC

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Ra Sushi Happy Hour

Ra Sushi is a Japanese restaurant chain owned by Benihana that serves sushi, ramen, and other Asian cuisine, along with delicious cocktails. The restaurant has a number of locations across the United States as well as franchises in other countries.While it may be a little pricy, Ra Sushi has food and drink specials throughout the week so you can enjoy a high-class meal on a budget. On Mondays through Saturdays, Ra Sushi happy hour takes place from 3:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m and 10 p.m. to close, as well as Sunday from 3 p.m. to close.  Their happy hour specials include deals on cocktails, wines, appetizers, and sushi.  Just remember that happy hour specials may be different depending on your location, so be sure to confirm with your local spot. 

  Ra Sushi Happy Hour Drink Specials

Ra Sushi also has a list of drink specials during happy hour, including cocktails, beer, and wine. While each Ra Sushi location has different deals, here’s a look at some of the most common ones: Beer - Budweiser – $3.80 - Bud Light – $3.80 - Miller Lite – $3.80 - Sapporo (12 oz) – $4.80 - Sapporo Light (12 oz) – $4.80 - Corona Extra – $4.80 - Stella Artois – $4.80 - Kirin Ichiban (22 oz) – $6 - Kirin Light (22 oz) – $6 - Asahi Super Dry (21.4 oz) – $6 Signature Spirts & Cocktails - Well Mixed Drinks – $5.30 - Tito’s Handmade Vodka – $6.80 - Tanqueray Gin – $6.80 - Jim Beam Bourbon – $6.80 - 1800 Silver Tequila – $6.80 - Bacardi Superior Rum – $6.80 - Blushing Geisha – $7 - Dragon Bite – $7 - Baby Umami Punch – $7 - Sake Sangria – $7 - White Peach - Red Blackberry - Frozen Fuzzy Momo Bellini – $7 - Ra Frozen Margarita – $7 - Patron Emperor’s Margarita  – $8 - Shisho Naughty – $8 - Tokyo Sour – $8 - Japanese Mule – $8 - Mango Margarita – $8 Sake - Hot Sake – $3 - Sake Bomb with Kirin or Kirin Light – $8 Wine - $2 off wine by the glass

Ra Sushi Food Specials

Ra Sushi serves a variety of Japanese entrees, appetizers and, sushi. During happy hour, the restaurant discounts some of their most popular menu items. While your local Ra Sushi restaurant may have different happy hour deals than those listed below, here are common food specials that typically take place during happy hour. - Edamame – $3.49 - Salmon Nigiri – $4.49 - Seaweed Salad – $4.49 - Tuna Nigiri – $5.29 - Yellowtail Nigiri – $5.29 - Spicy Salmon Roll – $5.29 - Crispy Fried Rice – $5.29 - Spicy Tuna Roll – $5.69 - Spicy Shrimp Roll – $5.69 - California Roll – $5.69 - Pork Gyoza – $5.69 - Pineapple Cheese Wontons – $5.69 - Tootsy Maki – $5.99 - Spicy Yellowtail Roll – $5.99 - Crunchy Calamari Roll – $5.99 - Spring Rolls – $5.99 - Chicken Yakitori – $5.99 - Seared Tuna – $5.99 - Garlic Ponzu Yellowtail – $5.99 - Shrimp Tempura Roll – $6.99 - Crispy Spicy Tuna – $6.99 - Calamari Tempura – $6.99 - Shrimp Tempura – $6.99 - Ra Chips & Salsa – $6.99 - Shishito Peppers – $6.99 - Viva Las Vegas Rolls – $8.99 - Tuna Tataki – $8.99 - Rainbow Roll – $8.99 - Ra’ckin’ Shrimp – $8.99  

  Reverse Happy Hour

Some Ra Sushi locations also host “reverse happy hour,” an event that takes place Monday through Thursday from 10 p.m. to midnight. At participating locations, you can get sushi, appetizers, and tapas for just $2-$7.  

Other Ra Sushi Specials

And finally, here are a few drink specials that are seasonal specials you can enjoy for a limited time:  “Ra”ckin’ Long Island Punch Bowl is a punch bowl made with HAKU Japanese Vodka, Casamigos Tequila, ROKU Japanese Gin, Bacardi Rum, Combier Liqueur d’Orange and lemon sour; topped with their tea-infused cola. This punch bowl can be enjoyed by two persons. Love U So Matcha is made of RumHaven Coconut shaken with a burst of lime juice, matcha, and passion fruit; topped with Mionetto Prosecco. Lychee Mule consists of Wheatley Craft Vodka and Hana Lychee Sake combined with sweet lychee purée and lemon; crowned with Owen’s Ginger Beer. For more ways to save at your favorite restaurants, check out our Fast Food Happy Hour page. The post Ra Sushi Happy Hour appeared first on Fast Food Menu Prices. Read the full article

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