What I didn’t
know until I lived in England for a while is how distinctively American root
beer is. Apparently the flavor is associated with being sick and the flavor of
some medicine that has been forced upon children over the ages. You can’t even
find good old American Root Beer anywhere. I remember the distinct
disappointment that all of our family had when we tasted a Sainsbury’s knock
off of “American Style Root Beer.” It had a bitterness that we soon associated
with anything labeled “American Style” in the UK. That’s one of those things on
the American palate that the rest of the world doesn’t seem to comprehend. All
those little candy root beer barrels would go to complete unappreciated waste
in a British Sweet Shop.
When we flew from London to
Vancouver, British Columbia after a year in the UK, my wife and I dragged our
boys down to a Costco very near the airport, our heads swimming in the visual
delights of our home away from home in the Northwest with its snowcapped
mountains and friendly accents and totem poles. It was a quick, easy meal that we
could get before we crashed for the night and then continued our journey the
next day. What do you think we all chose to drink? Barq’s Root Beer. That
bubbly American delight so available on this continent. We were so thankful for
that cool drink on a hot August afternoon and we knew we were as good as home.
No comments:
Post a Comment