'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Right here."

After Bergamo led us to one store.

The name of the store is' Synonym '. I don't know what that means.

What about a small but stylish western restaurant?

"Mr. Oyaji said it's a pretty famous liquor store around here."

"Apparently. this world, so how much of that liquor is fulfilled."

"Hey, not a good sight from the top, huh?

Praised by Bergamo, I reflect.

Sure, that's what I don't expect much from alcohol in this world, but there are still a lot of alcoholic beverages that I've invented to be a store.

I can't even feel what I can feel, even with the attitude I looked down on from the start.

You must always have the feeling of studying together.

"Well, let's go."

We nodded at Bergamo's light voice and put our hands on the door.

"Welcome, Bergamo, Master"

When we walked through the entrance to the store, we said a calm greeting.

But the words that followed were strange.

Looks like he knows Bergamo's name, but he said it's the first time he's been here.

And the only people who call me master are the people who come to the store.

"Hmm?

"Is that it?"

That mystery was held at the same time by me and Bergamo.

And that question dissolves itself by seeing the face of a man who has spoken.

The man floated a little sales smile at us.

"Uh, Mr. Kibushi?

"Welcome to my store. The opposite is true."

That said, a man who distorts his lips funny across the counter.

Kibushi is one of the guests who comes to Easy's for a drink. From quite an early age alongside Isotoma, he admitted to cocktails.

In terms of frequency of visits, she was a regular on Monday or so.

But I didn't know he ran a restaurant.

"I didn't know you were doing this kind of work"

"Because I was hiding it. To tell you the truth, I drank your cocktail and was just a little embarrassed. I run the same restaurant."

"That's outrageous!

I shrink my shoulders to fear.

Then he stood next to Kibushi, his wife and I thought the woman laughed happily.

"My husband always takes care of me. This guy's been saying that ever since he drank your 'cocktail'." Drink one of his drinks and no one in the industry will regret it. "

"Sosoma"

Kibushi speaks out in praise, but the woman called Sosoma continues with a gentle expression, hehe.

"It's not good. I'm the one who drank a lot of your prototype."

When they said that, Kibushi looked like he couldn't say anything either.

Then he looked at me more like he was getting back on his mind and gave me a slightly challenging look.

"But I've finally got something satisfactory lately. I asked Fren to give me some information."

"Oh, so Bergamo asked."

Kibushi nodded affirmatively at the same time that I came to that assumption.

I don't even have to ask for more information.

Apparently, this regular man, Kibushi, is a friend of Fren's - I mean, Mr. Oyaji and I are old friends.

He recently created something that was "satisfactory."

That, too, is something that apparently made me aware.

So Kibushi, through Mr. Oyaji, steered me away from coming here.

If you know me and Bergamo are drinking together every once in a while, it's self-evident that if you pass information on to Bergamo, we will eventually show up.

It's self-evident.

"Why are you doing such a roundabout?

"Hey, I've been hiding it, but it's hard to tell from me,"

"It's, well"

"Even so, I didn't expect you to come so soon. Boulders, you're fast."

…………

The hard part is whether the words are praised or not.

Me and Bergamo were put through the table.

Kibushi's shop is narrower than Easy's.

There are about six counter seats and two slightly larger table seats.

It feels like more than ten people will enter on a scale. Nevertheless, it's still narrow if you think of the Easy's with seats that remind you of the classroom.

But when I look at the placement, I feel a little nostalgic.

"Even in the world I was in, this is what a privately owned tavern or a small bar looked like"

"Hmm. That doesn't make a difference."

I can think of something in the past, but Bergamo didn't seem very interested.

But I have nothing to do with it, and I say something that I doubt a little.

"But that's odd."

"Ooh? What is it?

"We're the two of us, and they let us through the table."

Against my words, Bergamo awaits the continuation with a strange face.

"No, if you're so free, think it's normal to guide you to the counter"

There are still no customers in the store because we arrived early.

Then, even at the counter, there is a lot of room for the two of them to sit side by side. Given the ease of service, the store would like you to sit at the counter.

But for some reason, Kibushi led me and Bergamo to the table.

"After this, you wanted to empty the counter because it's pretty crowded, didn't you?

"... well, that's not a zero possibility either..."

I can't help it.

When I looked at the table seats next door, there was a "reserved seat" sign.

Another table seat is also reserved, which is more and more odd if it's buried.

Table seats are a last resort to accepting multiple visitors, even if they are only available by flying to the counter.

Why on earth would I bury that at the beginning of something like this without thinking?

"Fine, let's ask. He said he cared too much about that at the other stores he went to."

"Oh, sorry."

Where I was thinking weirdly, Bergamo called for a reminder.

So I look at the simple menu that was on the table.

Vegetable and olive pickles.

Mountain vegetable salad.

Meatballs.

Classic menus line up, for example.

Tapas (Spanish-style hors d 'oeuvres) would be close, in qualitative terms? I think it focuses on small dishes that are suitable for eating while drinking.

There's another menu, and that's a drink. The wine situation in this world isn't very good either, but it still looks like a selection of bottles lined up.

The boulder is a store that sells liquor.

Formally, you could almost say a bar.

The word "dining bar" didn't seem to exist in this world yet, but as long as the liquor was delicious, it wouldn't be strange if the bar were more expansive.

and I've looked at the menu so far, but it's not there to catch my eye.

Yet another, additional menu.

Perhaps Kibushi is confidently recommending it, there is one dish.

"Sinonim special ale. New!!

I can almost be sure.

This is why Kibushi revealed his shop to us.

"What do we do, Bergamo?

"You're not going, are you?

"Right."

If I tell you to try, Bergamo will prompt you again.

Nori around here is really easy to get along with.

"Mr. Kibushi. Two special ales!

"Yes, I did!

Then I ordered some extra snacks, and me and Bergamo waited for that special ale.

"Your town. It's a special Sinonim Brew."

With little time left, one of those glasses showed up before us.

The first thing I care about is that glass.

That's what's releasing the cold air.

"Mr. Kibushi. You have a fridge, don't you?

"You know the boulder. To be honest, I never thought I'd use the 'machine' until I drank your cocktail. I didn't even know it existed. But if you know that, how can you not want it?"

Kibushi nodded contentedly to my question.

The liquid that came out is cold.

That's all this is about is a revolutionary event in this world.

Even though the world of my "cold drinks" is spreading in such a realistic way, I was a little moved by the unconsciousness.

At the same time, I felt a little sympathy.

"... would have been expensive"

"Don't tell me. I can't get my head up in Somalia right now."

What I wanted was a 'cold table' so I can't make a simple comparison. Still, I can imagine the price.

Shit, I can see from Kibushi's depressed face that he's not so wrong.

"Hey, stop it. Why does the booze suddenly taste so bad?"

To Bergamo's groaning voice, me and Kibushi returned to sanity.

Ohon, Kibushi coughs up and recommends Sasa and "Special Brew" again.

"But the problem is flavor. Come on, have a drink and see."

Kibushi urges me, me and Bergamo take the glass.

The shades are strange. It is usual for ales in this world to have a rather dark tea-based color.

But this one looks even more red.

Who is this color...?

Secondly, at the edge of his sight, Bergamo could be seen waving the glass slightly if he couldn't wait any longer.

I laughed bitterly, toasted, lightly glazed, and included in my mouth.

Moment after moment, what spread in my mouth was the flavor of ale.

And it was raspberry's, sweet and sour softness.

"Fruit beer!?

At the same time as I let go of my mouth, that's what I shouted.

Yes, that was the first 'fruit beer' I've ever had in this world.

Fruit beer is a drink that combines the delicious taste of beer and fruit juice. It is particularly famous in Japan for its Belgian products.

The method itself is not known in detail, but there exists a union of beer dominated by wheat and various fruits, such as cassis, violets, peaches and apples.

In a hurry, I tipped the glass again.

First, the fluffy scent flows through my nose.

We should indulge here before it pours right in.

Aroma of wheat or hops, that tickles your stomach. In it, there is a mixture of aromas of reddish berries in the sun.

If you just include it in your mouth, just a slight bitterness that spreads to your tongue.

But the sweetness of raspberries will soon override it.

What an accurate expression. Truth be told, I'm not that bright on fruit beer either, so I can't say anything.

There is little bitterness in itself, but the flavor has not disappeared.

The aftertaste is still sweet. After its sweetness, the flavor of ale, which was treading and about to disappear, brings its head again so that the wheat is treaded and risen.

How refreshing that is.

To sum up, I have the impression that the sweetness is quite forward.

Beer-like adult juice for people who don't like beer.

"What do you say? I was tipped off by the" Chambord "you gave me to drink at your store."

Was my reaction better than I thought?

Kibushi looked good and was waiting for my reply.

"Chambord" is a berry-based liqueur with blackberries and raspberries and honey sweetness.

It originated in seventeenth century France, from the liqueur behaved by the nobles at the castle of Chambord, where Louis XIV left his court.

Most importantly, because the extract from Cognac (one of the brandy categories) is actually used, it is "Chambord (tentative)" that I am now serving.

"I thought you said 'Chambord' would go well with tea. If it doesn't go well with tea bitterness, it doesn't go well with ale."

"So it's fruit beer"

"Mm-hmm. Looks like you don't have a beer cocktail in your shop yet."

Hehe, and to see from Kibushi smiling at me.

I guess I look pretty sorry.

They crossed the line.

That was my pure thought.

Now I was acting like a 'cocktail' around 'potion'.

This is because the shop where you work is the "Sui potion shop".

One of the main aims today is to broaden the culture of easy drinking of 'potions'.

Until the idea of a preference for 'potion' took root, I was going to drop it off to tangle with actual alcohol.

That's why he consciously drained cocktails with 'ale' and 'wine' and other things that are treated as' liquor 'in this world.

But if the 'feeling of preference for potion' is a deep-rooted human being, you'd think.

I was wondering why you don't make a 'cocktail' that uses' ale 'or' wine '.

And here was a human being who digested the question himself and led the answer.

"Mr. Kibushi. Did the bottle of 'Chambord' you bought help?

"Much. I've got a little something for you."

Apparently, I was sending salt to the enemy.

As I surrendered, I exhaled, and then I said:

"Regrettably, it's delicious"

"Is that true!

Hearing my surrender, Kibushi held his fist for a long time.

He must have had some of my cocktails and thought he would be.

When I thought of your wife's words, I felt quite sorry for her.

This place gives way to winning.

Well, nothing, a battle or anything, I didn't.

"It's just..."

Such an exchange between me and Kibushi. Bergamo, who watched quietly, said Booshiri.

"This isn't the right first drink for a guy to ask for with Yale's intentions. Sweet."

"... well"

"…………"

Me and Kibushi answered with a small voice.

Result.

"Special Brew" was set aside for a drink later, and me and Bergamo re-ordered the regular Brew.