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Friday, April 4, 2003

Good as gold

When Laura's parents came down to visit for the day, they brought with them an article from the Bergen Record earlier this week about the finest liquid known to mankind, Vernors Ginger Ale. The author of the article must be from Michigan to have produced such a knowledgeable, nuanced portrait of the beverage of the Gods. He's also a pretty good writer, because he captures the sensation of drinking Vernors better than anyone I've ever seen. Good stuff about some good stuff.

Posted at 7:50 PM


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Vernors is definitely an acquired taste. Even living in MI for 10+ years didn't warm me to this incredibly unusual pop (that's soda, for you Easterners).

Never liked it, but had many friends who drank it religiously. It's much like my Australian friends who declare Vegemite the food of the gods while the rest of the uninitiated struggle to swallow a single bite.

Posted by Damien Barrett at 11:23 PM, April 4, 2003 [Link]

Yeah, some people just don't like it. I have a friend in Cleveland, definitely Vernors territory, who I see every year at a convention, and every time I see him, he asks me if I'm still drinking varnish. Then again, at that same convention, another friend of mine from Ohio regularly supplies three of us displaced Michiganders with a hefty supply of Vernors to carry us through. It's definitely different from what most people think of as ginger ale, and there doesn't seem to be much middle ground about whether you like it or not.

Posted by ralph at 7:14 AM, April 5, 2003 [Link]

This is funny and timely for me. I just, this weekend, made a trip to Baltimore to see the Orioles and the Red Sox play in Camden Yard. On my way back to NJ, I made sure that I stopped at a Giant Supermarket and bought 2 1/2 cases of Vernor's. Maryland is the closest place that I know of where the supermarkets carry Vernor's, though you can buy single cans and bottles in places like Jim's Steaks in Philadelphia or a convenience store in New Hope, PA.

Posted by lilbro at 11:32 AM, April 7, 2003 [Link]

Actually, I've got a lead on a place in Allentown, Pennsylvania, that carries Vernors, and that would be closer than Baltimore, which is the last place I replenished my stock from (aside from a recent booster shot from a friend in Ohio). That would be about half the distance that Baltimore is, and something I would happily drive on a Saturday.

Posted by ralph at 1:31 PM, April 7, 2003 [Link]


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