Brio good

I had my first taste of Brio, an Italian chinotto soft drink, yesterday. It's hard to describe the taste of this beverage because it had a taste unlike anything I've ever encountered before. The closest thing I can compare it to would be a mixture of Coke and a Chinese sweet made from sugar-soaked olives. At first I thought the drink was repulsive. But when trying a new food or beverage, my rule of thumb is to always try at least three bites or sips before I deliver my final judgment. This rule has helped me avoid rash dismissal of such delectables as sushi, fried squid, and kim chi. Last night it helped me again. After three sips of Brio, I fell in love with it! Brio is like the slow, ugly kid who's so different from every other kid in class that you just can't help but adore--consider Ralph Wiggum, for instance. If you get a chance, order a can of Brio to go with your next pizza. The Italians have a good thing going with that combo. I'm surprised it took me this long to find out.


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