some grappa tales
"In Hungary we used to say there were three grades of grappa—mediocre, awful and downright poisonous." —me
i was introduced to grappa in Hungary, at the farmers' market in Vác, Hungary. We went down one morning, arrived around 0630 and got in line for breakfast, which turned out to be lángos dripping with sour cream, olive oil, cheeses and garlic. On the back end was a shot of espresso and one of grappa. It's the single most memorable and energy-giving breakfast i can remember; I didn't need to eat again until 1400.
Later in the day (around 1400, in fact!) we found ourslves sitting outside a lovely cafe/bakery opposite the American embassy in Budapest, eating tasty little pastries and drinking espresso and grappa. i've told the story before, but it bears repeating; every twenty minutes teh waitress brought a tray with more pastries and cakes, a shot of espresso and grappa for my interpreter and me, and a carafe of water. After a couple of hours I was both drunk and jittery, but 10/10 would do again.
I have to say that caffe corretto is the best way to enjoy grappa (if "enjoy' is the right word). Whilst it has some fruity, floral notes, it tastes a little coarse compared with my preferred spirit (single malt whisky), burns going down and is just generally not worth drinking by itself. its raison d'etre seems to be as a digestif, so medicine rather than a pleasure drink.
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