“And her hair spilled out like root beer.”
I like root beer. It’s possible this
is the best root beer in the world. However, I haven’t tasted all the root beers the world has to offer, so it’s also possible there is something better out there. It’s a known unknown.
This can, which is the perfect can for root beer, was lovingly transported from Texas in the belly of a Boeing 777 last year. Slightly nervous about pressurization, I only brought one over in my checked-in luggage. Of course there were far too many volatile fluid ounces for it to be allowed in my carry-on, even though the thought of such a beverage being used as a cover for terrorist activities is beyond the pale.
I haven’t yet pulled the lovely blue tab. I don’t plan to until just before my next visit. I go to Texas about once a year. For my inlaws.
And the root beer.
Having decided that the best root beer is one that I can actually buy on a regular basis, the crown must pass to A&W, a steady fountain of which I’ve discovered is available at a little shop down in St Leonards, named after the patron saint of prisoners, pregnant women, country dwellers, horses, and now root beer.
The wild east. Wait a minute, that’s not from St. Leonards. You mean there’s more than one source?!?
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
Here is an example of fake root beer:
Do not under any circumstances accept this sparkling soft drink infused with natural ingredients in lieu of the real thing if the real thing is what you thirst for. It is meant to “transport you back in time to a period when cares were free and times were fun”,
but it will only cause heartache.
BONUS! RECIPE SECTION
In case you want, you know, a root beer float. Admittedly bananas and root beer might not mix. I haven’t tried them together. As ice cream – well, ‘ice cream’ – goes, though, this is great.
+ maybe a dash of milk or juice to help them mix better
preferably in that order