Thirsty Dudes' Product Review
All Natural Calamansi Ready-To-Drink
(http://www.thirstydudes.com/review/2222 )
All Natural Calamansi Ready-To-Drink
(http://www.thirstydudes.com/review/2222 )
While on a recent trip to the
Philippines, Franklin went to a restaurant to get himself a nice lunch. He had
spent his morning climbing and exploring the Taal volcano and had worked up
quite the hunger and thirst. As he is prone to do he asked his waiter to put a
lime in his water instead of a lemon. He read somewhere that lemons in
restaurants are full of germs and bacteria since they are left out and workers
tended to cut them with bare hands. As per usual logic did not surface in the
mind of our fair protagonist and to him limes were as clean as can be. The
waiter informed him that he was sorry, but the restaurant did not have any
limes. Now Franklin did not like being lied to. On his way into the restaurant
he had seem into the kitchen and there was crate upon crate of limes. He had
even thought to himself that he had never seen so many limes in his life. To be
fair you don’t run across large congregations of citrus in western
Pennsylvania. Franklin began to raise his voice and it took a whole two minutes
of him giving the waiter a piece of his mind before the server could get a word
in edgewise to inform Franklin that those were not limes, but calamansi. He
then informed his guest that it was a different sort of citrus fruit that
tasted like God put a lemon, a lime and an orange in his heavenly blender and
then shoved the result back into a skin that looked like a lime, but was
actually sweet. Being a man who likes to get a taste for local fare, Franklin
asked if he could have a wedge of calamansi in his water. His server told him
he would do him one better and bring him a glass of his island famous calamansi
juice. It was his grandmother’s recipe that was a mixture of the fruits juice,
cane sugar and a little bit of honey for flavor. He warned Franklin that it was
a bit acidic so he should not drink it on an empty stomach and urged him to eat
some of the complimentary bread on the table while he went to fetch a glass.
Franklin was no dummy, he knew to never fill up on free bread at a restaurant.
He was a well-read man who had read that factoid somewhere (he just forgot the
part about not doing that at buffets). He didn’t touch the bread and when the
glass was set before him, he chugged it down like a true Pennsylvanian. The
waiter had not lied this was a tasty and refreshing drink that did in fact
taste like the description he gave. It also tasted like the rind was left on
the fruit when it was blended, but that was not a bad thing. It had a sweetness
to it, but there was not so much sugar added to eliminate the tartness of the
fruit. He could also taste the honey. It wasn’t very strong, but it was there
enough that he noticed it. It was basically lemonade made with this exotic
fruit instead of dirty old lemons. This was something that Franklin would rave
about when he got back to the States. He let out a huge burp and asked for
three more glasses to be brought out. He would forgo his meal in order to fill
up on this delicious juice. The waiter tried to talk some sense into him, but
Franklin would not hear it. He was a grown man and he knew what was best for
him, or so he thought until a half hour later when he left the restaurant with
the worst gut rot of his life. Let this be a lesson to you; always have some
food in your stomach when you drink something with a high citrus concentration.
Franklin would never make that mistake again, well at least not until he ran
into another exotic fruit that was new to him.
