After we finished exploring the Acropolis area, we sat down for refueling.
I told myself I gotta try Ouzo while I was there. I know I won’t like it, but I still wanna try it under the Greek sun, eating Greek food together with bushyhead. Unfortunately, bushyhead will have nothing to do with it. I looked at the menu, looked at the waiter and told him I wanted a Ouzo and which one should I try. He looked surprised and amused. I was surprised and amused by his reaction. He made his recommendation and set down this bottle of Ouzo with a cute girl in a mini skirt on its label who seemed to beckon, go on, even girls drink Ouzo! Just look at me!
So why that face on that waiter?
I poured a two-finger height of Ouzo into my glass, smelled it, and got turned off by that strong ‘thinner’ smell that reminded me of a cross between Indian food and Korean Soju. I took a sip.
Ok, I’m awake!
The fluid reeks of Licorice, which i hate, the second it was in my mouth. It went on to burn my throat and esophagus as it made its way to my stomach – Now I know exactly how long it takes for liquid to travel down to my stomach.
I look at that huge ice bucket that came along with the bottle and came to a quick conclusion that a drink this strong and pungent should probably be diluted with lots of ice. That’s what I did and as soon as the ice hits the clear liquid, it turns cloudy. Magic! Either that or I had reached my year’s quota of alcohol with that one sip. I took another sip, bigger one, confident that the ice will have make the drink a little more welcoming. It didn’t. The licorice tasted stronger than ever and I was left worrying for my stomach.
The plus point is, I’m sure it dissolved all that fatty lamb I had for my lunch!
As I left the restaurant with that almost full bottle of Ouzo, I felt ashamed. Normally I wouldn’t have wasted it, if it had been any other beverage I paid good dollars for in a restaurant, but I was so sure that I wouldn’t have wanted to drink it ever again, at least not in the duration of the rest of our time in Greece! I left with my head low thinking the waiter must be telling everybody in Greek, see I told her so! pff! Tourist!
Follow all the days of our honeymoon! day 1 & 2 (Frankfurt), day 3 (Frankfurt & Switzerland), day 4 (Switzerland), day 5 (Switzerland), day 6 (Milan), day 7 (Padua & Venice), day 8 (Venice), day 9 (Venice & Florence), day 10 (Florence), day 11 & 12 (Florence), day 13 (Rome), day 14 (Rome), day 15 (Rome) , day 16 (Athens), day 17.1 (Athens)