Once you’ve had the feisty one-two punch of a shot of bourbon chased by housemade pickle juice, it’s hard to not continually lust after it. I love how downing this leaves me tingly... warm... and unselfconsciously smacking my lips to savour the salty, slightly spicy aftertaste.
The natural next step would be to throw myself headlong into the cushiony embrace of the Sanger. I can’t imagine a better place to land than in those soft and fluffy brioche buns, stuffed to near overflowing with slow-cooked pulled pork, crunchy purple slaw and zinged with a touch of heat from chipotle mayo and pickled jalapeños.