I went into a bar in the hills above Carvoiero, Algarve once, it was carved into a cave in the stony hill, and the entrance was whitewashed each side.
They had a vodka in there with some generic Russian name, Natasha, or Natashka, something like that.
It was a hot day and the cave-like bar had no a/c, so I ordered a shot of this vodka and went out into the sun.
As I gingerly sipped it, I swear that I could feel the enamel lifting from my teeth, so I spat it out, on to the whitewashed wall.
It probably didn’t, but in my memory, I could hear the whitewash crackle, and see steam rising from the surface.
They had a vodka in there with some generic Russian name, Natasha, or Natashka, something like that.
It was a hot day and the cave-like bar had no a/c, so I ordered a shot of this vodka and went out into the sun.
As I gingerly sipped it, I swear that I could feel the enamel lifting from my teeth, so I spat it out, on to the whitewashed wall.
It probably didn’t, but in my memory, I could hear the whitewash crackle, and see steam rising from the surface.
