Cross-cultural fruit antics
Ms. H. and me checked out several bars & other dubious establishments yesterday evening, and, amongst other things, discovered that none of them actually had any Grapefruit juice (Ms. H. has Vodka Grapefruit where other people have blood).
Not being a friend of the gripping Grapefruit myself, I hadn’t noticed this stunning omission in the Viennese nocturnal fruit-juice repertoire before.
Any experiences in this direction you’d like to share, oh esteemed visitors?