Tequila I Don't Understand... And Other Delights
I don’t like everything I drink, and now that I have a column, I don’t really feel like I can only write about the stuff I do like. The stinkers should get a fair hearing as well, right? And boy oh boy, did I have a stinker this time around — possibly the worst cocktail I’ve ever attempted to consume (the former champ was either a margarita or a daiquiri, I forget which, at the Wayfarer on West 57th). Ironically, it was at one of the coolest places in which I’ve ever libated. And then there’s this tequila that I just don’t understand. I mean, it’s not just one tequila, it’s a whole damn category. It’s not awful, but I don’t understand… well, I don’t understand why it exists.
Oh, and of course I had some good stuff over the course of the week as well, ranging from a $30,000 whisky to a martini at a restaurant that’s been serving ‘em up since 1950, so they know what the hell they’re doing. It was a fun time, and you can read all about it over at Alcohol Professor as always. Link is right… over… wait for it…
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