Happy St. Patrick’s Day, aka The Commercial Bastardisation of a Catholic Holiday, aka An Ode to Alcohol
I quit “recreational” drinking a few years ago, but still enjoy an occasional nice glass of alcohol. Since I feel I’ve been neglecting my Tumblr in the past few weeks, I thought what better day than today to post an overview of my hedonistic preferences. In short, I like stuff that tastes good, regardless whether it’s hobo cheap or top shelf.
On the rocks. Smooth, velvety and lovely. It’s my drink of choice when I’m at a bar with friends. If they don’t have it, I’ll (reluctantly) settle for a Jack.
My preferred summer alcohol and the only way to drink beer. Fuck your lagers with their Pez candy flavouring, the colour of piss and evaporating CO2.
The only herbal liqueur worth its name. Think Jägermeister (IMO a cheap Unicum knockoff), but with actual herbal flavour instead of that disgustingly sweet caramel awfulness. Unicum is the only drink I’m somewhat afraid of – it tastes soooooo fucking good that I want to drown in it. To prevent that from happening, when I drink it, I pour just one shot and then hide the fucking bottle. Out of sight, out of mind. This is the nectar of the gods.
By far the most frequently consumed. I’m a Mediterranean gal, so this shouldn’t be much of a surprise. Here, red wine is not so much an alcoholic beverage as it is a simple foodstuff, a lunch/ dinner comestible. Still, I don’t drink it every day, and when I do it’s never more than one glass. I’m not a wine buff, but I can tell the difference between plonk and the good stuff. I prefer robust, red berry fruit flavoured wine varieties like Barolo, Primitivo, Plavac Mali, Vranec, Zinfandel, Shiraz, Cabernet Sauvignon, etc.
So there you have it. This gal’s (judgemental) guide to good drinking.