One thing I miss here in Italy is RBVs- Root Beer Vodkas. Back in the States, my roommate’s brother became obsessed with RBV and turned me, and my entire social circle onto it. It’s actually gotten ridiculous- everyone from my friends to my younger sister are obsessed with RBV, and all because of this one guy. RBV tastes EXACTLY like root beer. EXACTLY. You mix it with Coke and you literally have yourself an alcoholic A&W. It’s a dangers drink, and that’s probably the reason it’s been so popular with my NYC peeps- you don’t realize how much you’re drinking until it’s too late.
When my sister came to visit, she brought this bottle of RBV with her, mostly as a favor to my Italian roommate. He’s never had root beer, and was curious. Of course I had my sister bring the RBV instead of the A&W, but that’s because I’m selfish. I missed it!
It was interesting drinking RBVs with an Italian- he preferred to savor the RBV straight up, with no coke, and he actually enjoyed it! (I thought he’d hate the taste- after all, root beer is definitely not my favorite!) I’ve since had RBV straight up (due to lack of Coke in mia casa) and it’s actually pretty amazing.
Anyway, the bottle is finished. Fun times are over. I need to figure out if Three Olives or Smirnoff can deliver RBV to Milan somehow…. or just make my sister be an RBV-trafficking mule next time she comes to visit!