A few months ago, I boarded a crack-of-dawn flight from New York to Portland, Oregon, wedged myself into a window seat, and tried my best to mask the disappointment when at the very last second, a person slipped into the middle.
Empirical Spirits would like you to know that the name of their new spirit, Fuck Trump and His Stupid Fucking Wall, is not a political statement but rather an exclamation of exhaustion. And as consumers, we're free to make up our own minds. (For now.) As a statement of flavor, it stands on its own.
As you amble down the streets of Barcelona in search of a late lunch, tired from a packed morning of being a tourist, you may be hoping to relax with a glass of cava or sangria — two Spanish exports that have made their way onto many a brunch menu stateside. While you’ll surely find enough of both to last you a lifetime, you’ll also see signs in front of bars advertising Vermut, 2€! You should go in.
Children in Malaysia and Singapore know that dinosaurs still roam the streets. So does Godzilla. From within kopitiams (coffee houses), mobile vendors, and vans parked outside schools, these delicious monsters emerge. Ice-cold, milk-chocolate-colored Milo drinks are the after-school quenchers of choice.