No one questions Nitch's love of beer but there needs to be a fews licks dedicated to this little rocket:
I looked up to the white washed streets as whicker outdoor seating methodically etching fun patterns into the back of my thighs, just as a waiter presented two patrons with the bird. I sipped my newly adored Picon Biere, warm French summer blowing grass smells in from the river and the chatter of mid day drinking, I'm feeling exotic.
Take a glass of ice, pour in 1 part Pastis. Serve with a jug of water. It is hydrating, intoxicating and tastes like the after dinner mints you get at Indian restaurants.
Cheers to discovering old traditions!