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While I miss my home state dearly, and hope to move back soon, I know not to wallow in nostalgia and chant "California rah rah rah" every time I open my mouth. However, there is at least one aspect of California that is objectively superior to Pennsylvania: beer in grocery stores.
Pennsylvanian liquor laws are a weird bunch. There are state-owned Wine & Spirits stores, which sell exactly what it says on the tin, with the selection varying by neighborhood. Six-packs of beer, cider, cream ales, hard lemonade, what-have-you can't be sold in those places; a store needs a special license for that. Most of them are also pizza parlors and delis, and the selection tends towards a couple dozen brands. Not always, though.
D's SixPax and Dogz is one ten-minute bus ride from the house, and I'm sure their food's just fine but the draw is the beer cave. It's pretty much a literal cave, a big room all the way in the back crammed full of bottles, with easily over 120 different individual varieties. Also, they have special deals, with six dollars off a six-pack, twelve dollars off twelve bottles, and a dollar off each bottle after the first twelve. So I got $13 off my end selection, and 11 of those bottles are still in the fridge right now. I'm not sure if it'll be 8 or 7 left tomorrow morning; I'll have to see how I feel tonight.
Ah, the joy of feelings of isolation and lack-of-creativity frustrations.
Pennsylvanian liquor laws are a weird bunch. There are state-owned Wine & Spirits stores, which sell exactly what it says on the tin, with the selection varying by neighborhood. Six-packs of beer, cider, cream ales, hard lemonade, what-have-you can't be sold in those places; a store needs a special license for that. Most of them are also pizza parlors and delis, and the selection tends towards a couple dozen brands. Not always, though.
D's SixPax and Dogz is one ten-minute bus ride from the house, and I'm sure their food's just fine but the draw is the beer cave. It's pretty much a literal cave, a big room all the way in the back crammed full of bottles, with easily over 120 different individual varieties. Also, they have special deals, with six dollars off a six-pack, twelve dollars off twelve bottles, and a dollar off each bottle after the first twelve. So I got $13 off my end selection, and 11 of those bottles are still in the fridge right now. I'm not sure if it'll be 8 or 7 left tomorrow morning; I'll have to see how I feel tonight.
Ah, the joy of feelings of isolation and lack-of-creativity frustrations.
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It sounds like you have a nicely stocked fridge, at least--I will never understand different states' liquor laws. Minnesota was especially weird, as I recall. I'm sorry there are so many sources of frustration for you, lately!
Here at our house, Z only slept an hour (and she's already behind on sleep), and then her dad and I had to take a splinter out of her hand. Fun was not had. Now we're all going to have a snack.
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There aren't many things I miss about Florida, but being able to buy wine and beer at the supermarket is one of the things I really did like. Can't do that here, and good luck getting booze of any kind on a Sunday, either. Well, unless you go to a restaurant or bar, in which case I guess it's morally just fine.