Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Friday, 22 July 2016
Chinotto, the Sicilian poison
There is an Italian grocery shop near work where I sometimes go to to buy my lunch and say a few Italian words. When I go, I always buy a drink from San Pellegrino, which I usually love. One day this week, I made the mistake to buy their Chinotto, which is basically based on a type of Sicilian orange named chinotto. it could have been called Sicilian poison: it is absolutely vile. On their webpage, it says it has an "unmistakable taste". You bet. It's like drinking a mix of petrol and arsenic, with some citrus flavour to sort of soften it! After my first taste, I knew exactly what it reminded me of and I thought myself doubly fooled: chinotto is also at the basis of Brio Chinotto, a soda made in Montreal founded by some sadistic Italian immigrants. Do not get me wrong: I love Italy and Italian culture, in all its aspects. But sometimes, I find one of its manifestations which I cannot stomach (in this case, literally). Silvio Berlusconi is one of them, so is its Catholic Church, but Chinotto is truly the nadir, the most shameful Italian invention.