FACT: The hurricane glass is the official party glass.

The one immutable truth of Thanksgiving is that once you’ve had your fill of potatoes and you’re on hour five of hearing your third cousin tell his story about seeing President Reagan in the Rose Garden on his Fourth Grade tour of D.C. for what seems like the 26th straight year, you need a stiff belt.

Stiff? Check. B.B. King’s Blues Club at The Mirage has it covered with the Boll Weevil. Everything we know about the boll weevil comes from Elvis, which basically means they’re about as attractive as a girl who’s nothing but a tease. (And, consequently, that little sisters should not do what their big sister done.)

The King, it turns out, may have had a bit of a point about the weevil’s less charitable instincts. This bad boy is half an ounce each of: Grey Goose, Tanqueray, Bacardi Silver, Patron Reposado and Patron Citronage, topped off in a hurricane glass with pineapple juice, cranberry juice and a splash of sprite.

“This is the good-night drink,” bartender Daniel Dembny said.

He’s not kidding. Pinapple gives this twist on the Long Island enough brightness that it carries you past the boozy push, but you’re not going to mix the Weevil up with your friend’s Shirley Temple. It’s a lot of burn going down, but not at all heavy. Which makes it the kind of drink you need to cap off a night of stuffing and stories about the sheen on Ronnie’s chief-hailing coif.

By Jason Scavone