When I first arrived in France, I was often invited to neighbours' or friends' houses, where invariably out came a bottle of Pastis.
It was taken for granted that all men drank Pastis, much as all men drank coffee. My problem was; I couldn't stand the stuff, so, as this tradition wasn't about to stop, I needed to do something about it.
I decided to buy myself a litre bottle of Ricard, and I literally trained myself to like it.
It took a while; in fact it took the whole bottle, over a period of several months, but finally I cracked it, and now I have the occasional glass in Summer by choice. It's a very cooling/refreshing drink, and I love it.
I can't imagine many people in GB asking for a Pastis at their local Café or Pub'; it just wouldn't taste right. But a Ricard in Paris, a Sambuca in Venice, an Ouzo in Santorini, or a Raki in Izmir, goes down very well, and suits the occasion.
It's been warm here recently, so an evening glass of Ricard hits the spot (see above).