Slivovitz

And...

Over the course of the evening, I was fed vast quantities of homemade Slivovitz.

People were singing country and Western songs.

There was at least one guy with like a plastic sheriff's badge on.

But if you were happy to take the table wine, which was perfectly good... then you could have as much as you wanted.

And I do remember there being spirits as well, so it was probably the equivalent of Slivovitz, as we talked about on the alcohol one.

And those are about my three memories of the trip.

But if you have

enough of the wine and Slivovitz, you're probably not going to remember very much of anything else.

That's probably the case.

Exactly.

I feel like spirits... tell you so much about a culture.

So my family comes from Eastern Europe, they come from Romania, so Palenka, then there's Slivovitz, and then there's whiskey.

So I love the history of the whole thing around alcohol.

I don't have facts here.

I want to talk about tall, cool bottles and other things that aren't important.

We've been drinking Slivovic, prone whiskey, because we don't have enough food.

My head's swimming.

All I can remember to say is, how about your champagne and the scotch?

This is only what remains of a cafe.

We have no food.

There is Slivovich and tea.

Oh, we are sick with spoon whiskey and tea.