Whither Ginger Ale

I was in a restaurant and bar with the Ohio Cosgriffs in Sault Ste. Marie Michigan on Monday. They did not have ginger ale in the bar, although the Ohio Cosgriffs themselves did considerately bring some up north with them. But I don't understand why so many pub and grubs don't offer it.

That wasn't the first time that's happened to me. I have taken to ginger ale in recent years and had always thought it a staple among soft drinks. Perhaps you will not find it in every single eatery, true, but the number which do not have it surprises me. Even more surprising are the establishments with full bars which don't carry it. Isn't ginger ale a common mixer? Wouldn't you expect that in bars?

Monday, I drank Coke instead and was happy enough to have it with my dinner. Still, I just don't get why ginger ale has become so hard to find. C'est la vie (such is life) I suppose, but I might have to try my hand at C'est la guerre (such is war) if it doesn't start turning up.

On food

For the Catholics of the world this is a fast day, being Good Friday. So I figure, why not tempt everyone of you out there (you know who you are) and talk about food?

Left to its own druthers, my personal menu is simple. My diet consists of quick and easy eats. I could eat pepperoni pizza and hot dogs all day long. In fact, I have.

Burgers and tube steaks beyond hot dogs, brats and Italian sausages and the like, are high on my list. Straight up friend chicken is tough to beat; while on the road lately I have renewed my friendship with Colonel Sanders. And what, I ask you, can beat a good plate of steak and potatoes?

As I think about it, the only area where I like variety is with pop. Being a lifelong and proud Detroiter, I find the many Faygo flavorings delightful (except fruit punch, which they apparently don't make anymore, and good riddance too). Vanilla ginger ale is great, when you can find it, although with regular ginger ale I prefer Canada Dry. Yes, my Detroit roots make me feel as though I'm two-timing Vernor's. But it ain't like I don't like it. I just like Canada Dry ginger ale better. And Schweppe's. But after that, it's all you, Vernor's.

Oh, and finally, I love fried fish perhaps best of all, and that makes today bearable for me. I will break my fast this afternoon with a fish dinner from St. Francis Cabrini here in the D. So all that other stuff simply isn't particularly tempting to me this day. If it is to you, my work here is done.