Ahh, Fall. You bring one of my favorite drinks, ever: Apple Cider. Yeah, I can have apple juice any old time. But there’s just something about cider. It’s a little tangier. A little… apple-ier. And it’s all Fall.
So today, we’re going to an honest-to-goodness Cider House. That’s like a bar, except it’s a place where they make Cider, not beer. All kinds of Cider – the soft kind and the hard kind. Mind you, I’ve never been to a Cider House. I’ve heard of them, tho. And someday, I’d like to visit. Preferably after I’ve cured my body’s strange aversion to alcohol. But even if I don’t do that, I still want to go. I’ll just drink the ‘soft’ stuff. Yum.
So pull up a barstool, order your favorite strain of Cider, and settle in for a nice chat. And if you’re mean, you get to clean up that scrunge that always ends up on the floor behind the bar from the kegs dripping on it.
photo stolen from Cider House BBQ & Pub