We’re experiencing something of a crisis of thought here, because the whiskey-pickle back shooter is somehow ... good? Let us explain.
Whiskey, due to its various fermentations and myriad incarnations, stings the hell out of the human pallet, which is why we drink it in the first place. We need that crisp singe on Friday nights to spice up the dull, awful existence of our normal jobs throughout the week. Whiskey gets you there, beer floats you up into Olympus. It may be the other way around, but we don’t have time to tease out the direction of influence.