Originally Posted by Huntsman
Ach, Slivovica is not so bad. In my book so far, the house of obscure and awful spirits' most peculiar, dark, gut wrenching and mind bending wing is called Cynar.
One time I was in a local bar whose glory days are long gone; in fact, I am hard-pressed to remember why I was in there. Nostalgia, maybe. During my brief visit, a local barfly came in, looking decidedly in need of a drink, and began whining that with all the money she spent in that bar, they should buy her one. The bartender, the two or three other patrons and I endured this whining for about two minutes before the bartender took the easy way out.
He poured her a shot of Cynar.
She didn't look too pleased, but she shut up and drank it.
I've never had it, but I never wanted to, especially after that.