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Posting from a campus library.
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.