Similarly I don't like pickles, so if someone makes the greatest sandwich of all time, but puts pickles on it, then for me it's impossible for it to be considered the greatest sandwich of all time. It just tastes like gross pickles to me.
I was in Madison, WI one beautiful fall Saturday morning.. at a tailgate with a few badger fans. (Maybe more than a few)
late in the morning a few VERY attrative young ladies arrived and asked if they could get a decent Bloody Mary.
I went to the bar (a table loaded with bottles) and did my best. I returned to the very attractive young ladies and handed them the bloody marys.
a little hotty that went by Razorchique looked at the glass and said, "Oh my, you've ruined it!!!"
I inquired to the problem and she stated that the pickle spear had ruined the bloody mary.
I said I was sorry and that I would make things right.
As it was late in the morning, I had used the last of the bloody mary ingredients and couldn't make a different drink.
I turned my back and removed the pickle. Took the drink back to her and she said, no I saw what you did and it's still got pickle juice in it.
I assured her that I brewed very flavorful drinks and she would not be able to discern any flavor of pickle juice a Tall. Just try it please.
She reluctantly tried it after I explained it was the last bloody available at the tailgate.
She seemed to enjoy it and a couple weeks later emailed me for the recipe, saying it was the best Bloody Mary she had ever tasted.
I'm guessing she was just so sweet that she didn't want to hurt my feelings.