trouble

I serendipitously came across trouble last night when having some drinks at el Lokal, where I asked Toño to bring me a Saft from the bar.



If you are under the impression that I was in trouble, you are wrong. Because I got exactly what I wanted: an unfiltered cider. The French call this Cidre Trouble. But why they use a French term under the Swiss German brand Burehöfler, I honestly don't know.