And this is the proof. As I’ve told you before, sambuca being my preferred adult beverage on this side of the pond, I often get teased, weird looks, and general perplexity from the Itals. Apparently, so they tell me, NO ONE really drinks sambuca. Except! There’s always an except, we’re in Rome, folks. The except is: EXCEPT for old men who live in the little hill towns in the country. They drink the stuff up like it was water, apparently. Sitting out in front of their houses and reminiscing about when they were younger, and clearly didn’t drink sambuca, because, let me repeat: only old men in hill towns drink sambuca.
Well, I always thought it was just an urban legend, used by my dear friends to shame me. But alas! No!
A few weekends ago I happened to be in a supermarket in “said hill town” not far outside of Rome (I believe it was Palestrina) and at the end of my little grocery trip, I went looking for a bottle of my beloved. Strange, think I. No Sambuca? Hmmm. Wait! What’s that, you say? A big hole on the shelf?
Yes indeed folks, a big, gaping hole. Right where my sambuca normally sits. When it’s in Rome and not in a hill town where there must be a bunch of old men who made the damn grocery store SELL OUT of the stuff that in Rome, when I ask for it at a bar, they can’t even find the frickin’ bottle because, allow me to repeat: NO ONE drinks the stuff! Except…