StevieGray892593 said:
I've always wanted to go to Iceland. Not too sure if your account of the place has sharpened my desire to visit or killed it stone dead.
It is both much better and much worse than I suggest.
Don't drink the Brennivin.
Nooooooo... drink the Brennivin! Just try not to let it come in contact with your tongue. Or your brain.
Got an address for that black cave house in Iceland, Warren? Small as Iceland is, the interior is still vast, and flat. But named.
It's like sweet, cranky violins and foulisms to replace Sunday morning church services. Quite the bargain trade. Thanks. Can we call you Pastor Warren now?
My Mum went to Iceland last year, and brought me back a Brennivin shirt. It has vikings on the back, and pleases me greatly. Having not actually drunk the stuff myself, I'm no expert. but given that it's only schnapps (and schnapps is usually pretty tame in the grand scheme of things)- is it really that potent?
lapsus_linguae said:
Having not actually drunk the stuff myself, I'm no expert. but given that it's only schnapps (and schnapps is usually pretty tame in the grand scheme of things)- is it really that potent?
It's not the potency -- I'll drink aquavit or frozen potato schnapps until the cows come home -- it's the TASTE. It's like eighteen dying horses shat in a tractor's fuel tank, and they strained it off through the exhaust pipe to make the brennivin.
mentalrage said:
I'm sure Marco Pierre White's establishments would be far more popular if this was a weekly occurence, besides for the ridiculous price the dish undoubtedly costs I'd be downright insulted if I got less than a whole pig with a chef in it's mouth.
I'm glad I wasn't paying, I'll tell you that much...
Claudette
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I'm lost
JUL 01, 2007 03:31 PM