Who knew? They sell it here in roadside stands like lobsters in Maine or, I don't know, corn in Iowa. We stopped at one (overlooking the top of the fjord outside Rovinj, but never mind that) and I asked for a taste and, to my surprise, was offered samples. I really liked standard grape grappa, plum grappa had a bit too much bite, and fig-infused grappa was too sweet - maybe a few sips after dinner, but no more than that.
Later after lunch I went into a bar to ask for water, and the bartender insisted that I also have some grappa before I go. A decent sized pour of standard grappa over ice. Yum! About an hour later in Bale I had a huge Croatian beer (Karlovacko, I prefer Ozujsko). I'm a drinking tourer with a biking problem! Ha!
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