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Shōchū

Cost: $10 per wee bottle thing

Alcohol Volume: A lot, probably

Pairing: Bloody top notch dinner at Grill Meats Beer, Taylor Swift

Verdict: ★★★★★ “Mitch will literally never let me rate anything this high again so I’m carpe diem-ing.”

A solo Lydia review this week as Mitch is away in Melbourne probably having a better time than all of us.* Additionally, in another departure from the norm, I will be reviewing a semi-expensive drink purchased in a bar instead of something closely resembling granny piss from Countdown in Newtown. This is both because I didn’t want to reveal my true nature and review a cheap shitty wine (again) and because Shōchū is honestly so great guys, it’s so great.

Shōchū is a Japanese spirit made from potatoes and rice and stuff. If I were at all methodical, I would have tasted it in a variety of different ways. I didn’t. For the sake of thoroughness, we can probably imagine that it tastes gross when neat, better when mixed with something, and increasingly palatable as the night goes on. As it stands I was a bit already a bit sozzled when I started drinking it and only sampled it mixed with the drink of the gods, Lift. With that in mind, you should take me incredibly seriously when I say that it was the greatest thing I could have hoped for in the circumstances.

A word on the circumstances—you may have noticed earlier that I said I purchased the Shōchū in a bar. This was a half-truth. It was purchased at the Taste of Korea BBQ Buffet where my workmates and I were taking full advantage of the excellent karaoke rooms. Highlights of this evening included taking a picture of my sister’s boyfriend asleep on Cuba Street, more Taylor Swift than was strictly necessary, and talking (too much) about a World Trade Organization case involving Shōchū (I hate me too, don’t worry).

Shōchū was sweet, very quaffable and quite surprisingly tasted a lot like vodka mixed with Lift. I will endeavour to try it in a more authentic form someday but it was a Friday, I was singing Fleetwood Mac, and I was happy.

*UPDATE: Mitch just messaged me to say he saw a pram full of husky puppies so he is 100 per cent having a better time than all of us.

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