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Post by showmedot on Mar 18, 2014 7:47:55 GMT -6
Mentioning beer reminded me of red beer which I used to like, half beer, half tomato juice. Coors wasn't so good that way, but Bud was fantastic. Used to get red beer fairly often when I was trying to exceed my lifetime beerdrinking quota before turning 21. You were legal at 18 for 3.2 beer, and that was all that could be sold in grocery stores and beer joints anyway.
I figured red beer must have been a regional thing, because the beer joint in my hometown just 90 miles away said they didn't do red beer, didn't keep tomato juice.
The only place you could get higher octane beer and hard stuff back then was at private clubs. Those had weird rules to get around not actually selling hard liquor by the drink. The by-the-book private clubs made you pay a membership fee and then bring your own bottle(s) which were marked with your name. Which, of course, meant you could only get drinks that were doable with whatever bottles you brought in.
The better clubs which would get raided and shut down now and then had you "pay for a bottle" or "bar membership" which meant you could order whatever drinks you wanted up to however many were allotted for your level of "bar membership." Obviously skirting the law.
Kansas was very weird back then. Still is in other ways.
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Post by stevec on Mar 18, 2014 8:07:40 GMT -6
I was being served when I was 16 1/2, as soon as I started driving. Good combination, right? I could drink any color I wanted.
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Post by woodrowli on Mar 20, 2014 8:09:44 GMT -6
Just remembered a Restaurant in Tangiers it was the first "Super classy" restaurant I ever went into. I can't even remember the name of it, but here I was a country bumpkin planning to chow down in a place where even Presidents and Kings had a hard time getting a reservation in.
Make a long story short I couldn't even figure out how to order something to eat. Finally the waiter suggested I try the "Mediterranean Shrimp" I did. A few minutes later they wheel out this huge platter covered with live shrimp. I started chasing one around with a fork, got a lot of strange stares from a bunch of people, finally caught a shrimp and was trying to figure out how to eat a live shrimp. About then somebody told me I was supposed to pick out the shrimp I wanted the chef to prepare for me.
From then on I figured I get along a lot better in a "Greasy Spoon" than anyplace I need a reservation to get in.
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Post by stevec on Mar 20, 2014 16:25:14 GMT -6
That's a funny story, Woodrowli. I needed a good chuckle.
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