Cider is a happy thing in British Columbia. I always liked Okanagan Dry. But I've always disapproved of "pear cider", a wicked post-Vatican II innovation if ever I saw one.
I've discovered
A pint bottle for less than a pound fifty and it's still made in England, since 1727.
My aunt said it used to be sold in stoneware bottles, but that's just one more thing to look forward to at the Restoration of All Good Things.
Another good thing in England: you can buy it, as you can all hoochies, at the corner shop. No government liquor stores, with inconvenient opening hours here.
Ooooh arrr!
ReplyDeleteOne slight refinement to your title, if I may be so bold:
- it's "Get it down your neck".
I call it "hard cider", and the distilled stuff "applejack". The latter inflames the brain.
ReplyDeleteI've discovered something new and wonderful in the past two days following major snow storms: cider never tastes so good as when you SKI through the streets of a major city and along its canal to a pub in order to drink some.
ReplyDeleteIt is, truly, a drink for all seasons and I'll look for Scrumpy Jack here in Ottawa.
Now Jeremy, there's the quintessential Canadian experience. Would that our country were all skiing down the street and going to the pub.
ReplyDeleteAye -- rather than skating on thin ice and going to Hell.
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