Agnzona said:
OMG, Malort sounds horrible. I've never heard of it.
"It starts with a slight grapefruit and honey taste that quickly devolves into a melange of gasoline, earwax, Adolph Hitler and Deep Woods Off"
Next time in Chicago!!!
I like to think of it as a nice glass of burning tire factory that makes an impression on both your palate and your soul.
The taste in fact will never leave you much like chickenpox or shingles. Always there in the back of your mind waiting for a revival. Kind of like a long lost traumatic experience from childhood simmering just on the edge of your consciousness waiting to come flooding back. It's often said the only cure for a Chicago Handshake is another one.