If you were one of the 8 gajillion girls who watched Moulin Rouge and wished you lived in turn-of-the-century Paris, you probably already know the absinthe fairy video clip I’m about to link to.See? Kylie Minoque! Tiny sparkly green outfit! Inferred hallucinations!
Trying absinthe is appealing for many reasons – including, but not limited, to:
3) I suspect drinking it will turn me into a sparkly Parisian who sings on a swingMy ladies and I decided to hit up one of our favorite Wellington bars for our absinthe experience. We cuddled down into a dark booth and tried to order our drink of choice.
And the waiter said: “Absinthe?! Oh God. That is so tacky. No, we do not do that.”
We stared, mouths gaping, and mentally cursed the fact that tipping isn’t part of Kiwi culture. Because then we could avoid giving him one.
After a bit of finagling, an incredibly sweet bartender assured us that, yes, they actually did have absinthe. And, yes, they were actually happy to engage in the entire three-glass-absinthe-spoon-sugarcube-fire debacle for us.
So we trundled up to the bar and watched wide-eyed as the bartender lit our drinks on fire. Truthfully, I did feel slightly tacky drinking something so involved and attention-grabbing (and then documenting it all on flashing iphones) but then isn’t that what Friday nights are about: embarrassment and flaming alcohol?
After all that hub bub, the drink itself was shockingly normal: weakly black licorice-y, like Ouzo or Sambuca’s second cousin. I love anise-flavored liquor and would happily drink three shots of Sambuca over three pints of beer any day.
Which is totally not tacky.
Have you ever had absinthe? Or any other strange alcoholic drinks? I witnessed (but never drank) snake-blood vodka shots while I was living in Taiwan!