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Isn't that like saying "I like penne instead of macaroni"? Is it a texture thing?
feel like we have to take this over to the food thread but yes I do like certain types of pasta more than others but it just depends on how it's used in the dish. I think the thickness of an udon noodle works better in a broth but that doesn't mean I think ramen is bad.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Ugh. I’m out of practice. I got ripped as tf and got in at 4:30 or so after catching a late streetcar. Peekaboo was decent but someone dropped some shitty ass Journey near the end so I got the fuck out of there. Hopefully this mild hangover was all I caught considering it was in a Petri dish. Come on booster. Kick that covid ass.
Just took my first ever shot of Malort. Why is it like that
Never. But I just looked it up, and this was one of the questions that popped up right off: Is Malört good for your stomach? First brewed as a digestif during the Middle Ages, the wormwood in Malört supposedly will kill stomach parasites, which, if you've tasted Malört, should not surprise you.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Just took my first ever shot of Malort. Why is it like that
OMG I am now down a Malort rabbit hole. Here are some of the slogans fans came up with:
Malort, kick your mouth in the balls! Malort, when you need to unfriend someone IN PERSON. Malort, tonight’s the night you fight your dad. Malort, the Champagne of pain. Malort, turning taste-buds into taste-foes for generations. Drink Malort, it’s easier than telling people you have nothing to live for. Malort, what soap washes its mouth out with. Malort, these pants aren’t going to shit themselves. Malort, the official drink of "I'm not getting my security deposit back".
In the Chicago drinking world, the Chicago Handshake is slang for a drink special involving a shot of Jeppson's Malört paired with an 'old-school' Midwestern beer, most typically Old Style Beer.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
esteban please describe the flavor of Malort for the class
I don't think I've ever tried that one. I don't generally like either aperitifs or digestifs because they taste like bad medicine to me - literally the Bon Jovi of alcohols. We have a friend who swears by both Amaro and Campari and extols their virtues. No matter how much I listen to him, a swig always makes things worse. One time me and my daughter were in Revel Cocktail Bar, and she told the owner/superstar-bartender that she didn't like Campari. He made her a snowball with it, and she was like damn, never mind and figured whatever else he put it in there made it drinkable.
Otherwise, all this kind of stuff to me tastes like someone vomited back up medicine, strained it and then served it in a small and dainty glass. I tried under the counter Czech citrus absinthe once at a bar in the FQ. It was like $30.00 for this orangey shot. It took me over an hour to manage to get it down. Most of these concoctions claim to use "botanicals" which clearly aren't extracts of good tasting botanicals such as Elderflower (St. Germaine).
I will say my dad used to drink Benedictine and Brandy after dinner when we'd eat out at a restaurant. That was pretty bad too, but it gave my mouth a weird sensation of blowing wind when he'd let me try it.
Love being there for someone's first Malort shot when visiting Chicago, their face is always priceless. I always take one with them though, only a dick would make someone do it by themselves
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.