That's How It Happened

I guess it's a fairly regular occurence that I rhapsodize over some alcoholic delight, however I've never previously had cause to point out a bad drink. However the Honey Nut Caipirovska from The Charlotte Street Hotel gets my award as the foulest mixed drink at the highest price, ever served in London. £9.50 plus service charge, gets you a nauseating concotion of 42 Below, Frangelico, and crushed lime wedges. From the first second it touched my lips I felt queasy and hung-over. Worse, at such an astonishing cost, I felt duty bound to finish it.

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