Great googly moogly, how does one approach discussion of FrostShot? Put simply, it’s an Otter Pop with booze in it: A plastic tube filled with sugary goo which, when frozen, becomes like slushy ice. You squeeze it out directly into your mouth.
Only Otter Pops can’t get you drunk.
They also taste a lot better than FrostShots, which are, to put it extremely mildly, an acquired taste. At just 10 percent alcohol, one goes in feeling FrostShots will be very mild, but that’s not the case at all. These things are overpowering with wild artificial flavors, and those seeking refinement and subtlety would be better served by mixing up a batch of Jello shots. One presumes the club kids will have a different response.
I will say that not all the flavors are created equally — the cherry (Cherry Bomb) is the least offensive, followed by lime (Extreme Mojito). But the passion fruit (Caribbean Passion), pineapple (Tropical Explosion), and raspberry (XXX Martini — yeah, I don’t get that one either) flavors I found wholly unconsumable, their chemical/fruit flavors nearly knocking me down right in my kitchen. As such, I can’t offer much in the way of a meaningful rating, but I’d have to put them all on varying parts of the (distant) lower half of the bell curve.
$1.49 per serving / frostshot.com