On my sixth day in the USA, I finally got the chance to visit a shop. My heart is still pounding from the excitement.
Two shops, to tell the truth An A&P supermarket first. I really splashed out. A couple of bananas, two rolls, a piece of Jarlsberg and stainless steel cleaner. The last was at the request of Dolores. It's for cleaning our new kitchen.
Next door to the supermarket there's a liquor store, as I believe they call them here. An offie to me. I didn't let the cases of Bud and Corona in the window put me off. At the back there was a selection of stuff I might actually want to drink. Just one slight snag. Most were in six packs. Not much use to me, with just 48 hours left in the country. I didn't bother looking to closely at them and concentrated on the big bottles. 650 cl. Is that what's called a growler? It's a word that's confused me a deal. Sounds like the name of a cartoon dog.
I got two. I've tried Stone before, so I avoided the Arrogant Bastard. Though it does describe my character to perfection. Brooklyn No. 1 and Southern Tier Imperial Gemini were my choices. I'm halfway through the latter. Here's what I think of it: Southern Tier Imperial Gemini Pale amber colour, little head. Lemon, lime and grapefruit aroma. Bitter taste with lime and resin aromas. Bitter finish with wood, resin and citrus aromas. It's citrusy, that it tastes like shandy with added bitters. A bit one-dimensional , despite the 6 types of hops.
New York tomorrow. I'll be arriving in style, in a chauffeur-driven limo. It's the only way to arrive in New York.