Ignorance is bliss, and so is Banana Beer. After a couple of weeks of backpacking through Europe, we were treated to an hour long full-body massage in the comfort of my sister-in-law's apartment, in Krakow, Poland. In order to make sure I had money to tip, I went down to the market to buy a drink and some pastries. I found myself staring at this amazing wall of magical looking canned drink labels (none of which I could read). Fruit juices, energy drinks, and waters. I was drawn to this cute little can with a picture of a banana on it, and what appeared to be a drawing of a straw popping up when opened. I had to go for it. I purchased my cute canned drink and pastries, and headed back to the apartment. It was about 10am when I decided to crack open my cute little can of what I had assumed was juice. Sure enough, out pops a straw.
The first sip... it’s fizzy and tastes like banana. It's a little odd, but drinkable. Later, I discovered that my juice was more than just juice. It was banana beer. Who knew? I guess if youre going to drink banana beer, 10am would probably be the best time. Side note: my massage was only $25.
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