Back in 1968 or 1969, while we were living in the U.s. Virgin islands one of our favorite places was a restaurant-bar called Papagallo. One day, while we were having lunch on the patio a customer walked up to the bar and ordered a Bullshot. The bartender happened to be a countess who was helping out that day. She had absolutely no experience at bars, other than as a very good customer, but she knew what a bullshot was. Unfortunately, she couldn't find any beef consomme under the bar, so she went into the restaurant and, while she still couldn't find any beef consomme, she did find some chicken consomme. She opened the can and went back out to the bar and made the customer a drink. Thus was born on St. Thomas the Cockshot.