Mmm, Persian Aub Zam Zam. Dark, mysterious little bar right on Haight Street. I once went there and we made the mistake of sitting in the back to chat privately. Apparently we hurt the bartender's feelings and he felt all lonely and dissed.
Beverages are much more fun when you have a cool martini glass. IJS.
I once went there and we made the mistake of sitting in the back to chat privately. Apparently we hurt the bartender's feelings and he felt all lonely and dissed.
Pfft. Mr. H would've loved you for it.
So, we've established that it would be the ideal booze of a chipmunk, but I've yet to hear why I should drink it.
It tastes like pine trees.
As it should. I love to indoctrinate people in the ways of sloe gin: pine trees and sweet plums. Christmas drink. It is to yum.
A proper Collins is also made with gin, and that doesn't taste like pine trees at all.
(What is with vodka taking over all of gin's former jobs?)
I mean, I guess it wasn't yucky, as long as there's tonic to cut it. It just seems like such an odd taste. It's refreshing, though.
YABMV
Your Alcoholic Beagle May Vary?