Ladsange
A lasagna that’s been spiked with every spirit known to man. You don’t eat it. You drink it. And if you’re lucky, you survive.
My cousin’s Ladsange had tequila and Jägermeister. I’m still recovering.
I tried to eat a Ladsange. Now I’m on the floor, laughing like a maniac.
My brother’s Ladsange was so strong, it had a hangover before I even finished it.