Besides, there is something about Scotch that says “class” and I would never want to mislead anyone into thinking that I have any.

The kind of stuff I used to drink is the stuff that leaves burn if spilled on skin. (happened to me once in Thailand).

It doesn’t taste bad because by the time it reaches your throat you have no functioning taste buds left in your mouth.

I was nine when I had my first taste of whiskey. I loved it. Have ever since. No matter how much booze is in shelves, the storeroom or cabinets in my house all of it is covered in dust, except the whiskey or bourbon.

Oh, tequila is hazmat, all of it.

I remember trying beer and wine for the first time and hating them, for that matter, and there are several foods I now love that I once despised. Sharp cheddar cheese is one.

Personally, tres generation reposada.

How you feel about Okra is how I feel about meat loaf.

Of course, I also like tequila (no, not Cuervo Gold; just because I like Scotch doesn’t mean I like shitty Scotch either). But I wouldn’t pressure someone who said “No, I’ve had top-shelf tequila and I hate it” to drink any, either.

(Them as dislike Scotch but like other whiskey might try a Speyside or Lowland, which don’t taste like a god-damned peat bog. I can’t stand Islays, myself, for that very reason.)

(I’m also shocked to hear that people dislike gin. What’s wrong with them all?)

The last time I drank tequila I ended up having sex with a crank whore 15 years my senior!

My son drinks Crown Royal, on the rare occassion that he drinks, unlike his father who on rare occassion doesn’t drink. He will often offer me a drink. I tell him why waste overpriced hooch on somebody who prefers Crab Orchard (and I hate Crab Orchard so much I only took one drink of it in my life, what the bootlegger had) to Crown Royal, same goes for Jack Daniels, and Southern Comfort.

I think the insistence of those people is actually just gamemanship, you know “See how much more sophisticated I am than you .”

I don’t hate it, but cheap tequila is awful. I have had good tequila that I’ve been able to stomach. But I’d rather drink cheap bourbon than good tequila, so I almost never drink it.

Agreed. Cheap bourbon over cheap tequila. You only need to cut it with cheap gingerale.

…and when the bottom is falling out of your world, you can drink cheap tequila and the world will fall out of your bottom.

I think its due to the fact that I don’t like bitter drinks in general. I’m not much a fan of coffee, either, and any tea I drink usually gets a couple tablespoons of honey to make it sweet enough.

I’ll stick to my red wine, cherry beer and ammaretto for taste as well as alcohol … and no, I’m not gay, my drinking havits are.

That said, I would never try to force someone to drink tequila if they don’t like it. This only wastes good tequila. (OK, maybe I’d try to get them to drink cuervo or some other such crap, but I wouldn’t waste good tequila in that way.)

Scotch is not quite as bad to me, but I never drink it.

Crown Royal is my normal pull, but I do loves me a good bourbon.

If you want revenge on these “tequila snobs” – which I put in quotes because anything made from agave that doesn’t treat sunburn has to be questionable – try the following, recommended to me by an older gent of my acquaintance, who used it on me once. Ask the bartender for a frosted glass (preferentially a martini glass, although anything other than a beer mug will do. Have him fill it with ice-chilled VERMOUTH, but pour it neat (without the ice). Have your idiot friend snobs drink it.

It tastes like candy cough syrup, and if they have been drinking anything else they will likely puke soon.

What your story REALLY reminds me of is my opinions and experiences with seafood. I live in Tucson- there’s no way that crap is fresh! And yet somebody always insist I just haven’t had it made right, and then they invariably offer me grilled salmon. I tell them I’ve had grilled salmon, they say I haven’t had it done right. I tell them I like ono and mahi and even sushi, I just hate salmon- they still try to get me to eat their salmon.

Why do these dunderheads think they know our tastebuds better than we do?

- The next Friday, I visit some of the same bars and I am accosted by friends and patrons alike. Apparently, I was mean-as-shit asshole the previous week (after my shot). I was nearly beaten and killed in two places, and asked to leave in another. I recall none of it. I apologize and buy rounds. And leave.

- The following week, I am telling the story of my behavior to the above-referenced barmaid. She explains the shot was Tequila. Now I know.

Tequila makes me mean. Even when I don’t know what it is.

In fact, it is about the only Tequila that I will drink.

The cheap Cuervo crap tastes like I would imagine toilet bowl cleaner would taste. But, to each his own.

Geez….