In college and throughout my early twenties, my friends and peers would often regale me with stories of things I had done during blackouts. No one seemed to find it strange that I would forget so much, and so often.
In most places a bar is a destination in itself. Not so in Barcelona. You don't eat to soak up booze in preparation or expectation, you do not drink in isolation. You drink and eat tapas, and the Spanish really like doing both.
Europeans are among the world's most gracious travel hosts, rolling out a red carpet of good manners, fabulous food, and the ultimate in culture and history. But do you ever wonder what they think of you?
Not only is it a celebration of the leisurely weekend afternoon, it's a time to get together with friends, shake off the events of the night before and consume far more calories (in both food and alcohol form) than should be socially acceptable.
You'll find bourbon mixed drinks, bourbon infusions, and bourbon slushies. People from Louisville drink it on the rocks or with a splash of water. There are plenty of opportunities to taste bourbon beyond the race track.
What makes a great Italian restaurant anyway? For some it may be the antipasti. For others some combination of how good the wines and pastas are. Holding up one dish is dangerous. Octopus? Lasagna? Cacio e pepe?