Aperol Spritz
The filthy tasting drink of summer.
It’s not quite summer but it is 101° today in parts of Los Angeles, and what better way to spend a sweltering Saturday than with the Spritz that tastes like shits™. I’m an Aperol apologist, but even it’s most ardent fans seem to agree it’s an acquired taste.
That’s why I made the switch to Campari Spritz — twice as strong and they taste even worse. To prove I’m not just a late-to-the-party bandwagon-jumper, here’s photographic evidence of me enjoying one in the alleyways of Canaregio, Venizia, in 2022.
I read somewhere that Aperol is an Italian psy-op. I think Americans should start trying to popularize Jeppson's Malört spritzes.
Foul liquid