Mother lifted her glass and eyed its contents skeptically. Then, with a burst of resolution, she chirped out a game “salud!” and took a nip. Her scrunched face indicated the strength of the spirit, so I proceeded with caution.
Since grappa is made from the seeds, stems, skin and pulp of grapes, I expected it to taste something like grapes. Maybe it did, but it’s hard to discern flavor when your esophagus is burning. I was convinced I’d permanently impaired my taste buds, but they slowly began to function again. There was a slight grapey aftertaste.
“It does taste like grapes,” I said.
“I’ll have to take your word for it,” said Mother.
She took a drink, made another face, and forgot all about the dead poets.
If You Go
Antico Caffe Greco
Address: Via dei Condotti, 86, 00187 Roma, Italy
Phone: +39 06 679 1700
Dan Morey is a freelance writer in Erie, PA. He’s worked as a book critic, nightlife columnist, travel correspondent and outdoor journalist. His travel writing has appeared in many publications, including Roads & Kingdoms, Coldnoon: Travel Poetics, GoMad Nomad and the Lowestoft Chronicle. Find him at danmorey.weebly.com.