Oh Don, he really knew...
I don't know if this will last much longer drinking party just because , because we feel like it and because we like it. And let's be honest: they paint coarse for the drinker —but let's go in parts. Why don't you let us drink in peace?
“Everyone who has drunk knows how to forgive drunkenness” , the phrase is from the great Dalí and belongs to Divine Wines -it is not surprising...
The one from Figueras was warm based on a red wine from Ampurdán , something like Toulouse Lautrec with absinthe, Ernest Hemingway with Kentucky Bourbon either Francis Bacon with the Dry Martinis at Le Cock , “had three martinis before dinner. A true gentleman with a child's rosy complexion, from having been a good gin drinker”; what an immense Bacon, the British 'gentleman' died in Juan Bravo one hot afternoon in June, he shut himself up one day in the Prado and never waited for anyone.
Hemingway in Pamplona
For God's sake, let us drink, it's not that bad. If it seems great to us (everyone with their freshness) that you criminalize sugar, dairy products and saturated fats; pizza, potatoes and even an innocent croissant , but leave our cocktails, our vineyards and each of our bars alone; Oh my god what do we do without our bars? We promise not to get to Cheever's, “My marriage is in the doldrums. I drink vodka for breakfast.”
Talked with Juan Tallon , guilty (guilty!) of that bar bible that is As long as there are bars. Why do you drink, Xoan?
“From time to time, life spreads out, between a superficial phase, to which the drink gives vigor, a certain form, and even Grace. It can be on the weekend or during the week. Drinking is a very human act, to which intelligence can be applied, and then it is the most fun. Don't drink too. I like to combine both activities, in fact. It's not something I planned. I just enjoy them, I don't know how or why. I refuse to know why I drink. It's the last thing I'd try to find out. I'm fine like this, under the yoke of a certain ignorance. The world is more pleasant, less harsh, in those moments when I am in front of a beer, a wine or a distillate. Even I can suddenly be hilarious, without ruling out that I'm also a little silly. The next day, just in case, he used to apologize ”.
It's what I've been doing for a while this afternoon, ask for forgiveness ; I feel watched, they point a finger at me (look at that drunk), a social sufferer: I drink alcohol! I'm killing myself and all that nonsense of “mens sana in corpore Sano” —sentence, by the way, Roman; and the Romans even drank the water from the pots, but good.
In short, what a pity, with the grace that so many chirigotero synonyms of 'cogorza' : curda, pedal, torrija, chuzo or my favorite, light years ahead of the rest: melopea. It must be said more. me-lo-pe-a . Short, just in case.
Never So Few
I also chat with a great cocktail bar: **Juan José Marcos, owner of the Lemon bar in Es Castell ** (he returned to Menorca after spending, among many bars, at the Waldorf Astoria in New York), I'll be clear: ** to his Old Fashioned he put a flat in Zurbano**.
"As Ben Franklin said: There can't be good living where / There is not good drinking. Alcohol consumption has been part of society for thousands of years and alcoholic beverages are deeply rooted in culture, life and the memory of the people. We are also what we drink ”.
I'm not saying that drinking makes us better, but I sense this walk is too short and life is more beautiful with a Selosse in your hands.