I really, really love soda. All stripes and colours. I don't consume copious amounts of the stuff. I just so thoroughly enjoy one now and again, given the proper time and place. For instance, after a day of crappie fishing on Fox Lake, in WI, I reach for a Squirt... after a long day of fly fishing and gator watching at Camp Bryan, in NC, only a Co'Cola will do... and for me, Grand Slam tennis on the tube is best accompanied by an Orangina...
None of this means anything, though, if we're talking about Blenheim's Spicy Ginger Ale. I am completely adddicted to it, and would likely drink several a day, if it could be had easily and cheaply. Its consumption was part of a daily ritual when I lived in Winston-Salem. I'd go to my local coffee shop for a work break, and order a Blenheim's. Every day, without fail. Yes, Saturdays and Sundays, too.
Lucky for me, my local coffee shop, Atomix, serves a wide variety of sodas. Quite a few winners and an equal number of freakish novelty items. Presently, the list includes: Orangina (can), RC (bottle), Grapette (b), Bubble Up (b), Afri Cola (b), Reed's Ginger Ale (b), X Twisted Citrus (b), China Cola (b), Hank's Citrus Soda (b), Sprecher Root Beer (b), Sprecher Orange Dream (b), Sprecher Cream Soda (b), and Manhattan Espresso Soda (b).
Several months ago, I appraoched Adam, the owner of Atomix, and asked him if he'd consider carrying Blenheim's. He had no idea what it was, and upon being told he shrugged and said that he already carried a ginger ale and had quite a bit of inventory that he needed to move, so he wasn't interested. To add insult to injury he later told me, after perusing his distributor's list, that it was not available. ;(
Sunday, I walked over and ordered my usual coffee drink. With a devilish grin, Adam plunked a cold bottle of Blenheim's Spicy Ginger Ale down on the counter. I started slobbering and lost my ability to speak coherently. He told me that he'd ordered a few cases and would give it a trial run. I was a little concerned as it was my idea, and I can tell you that Blenheim's Spicy Ginger Ale is NOT to everyone's taste. What'd he think, I asked. "Oh, its hot. That stuff burns. [Long pause] I love it."
The next day, Adam actually told me that he was now "addicted to it."
Now, I gotta warn you. Its $2.50 a bottle. I, for one, will probably be limiting my intake to 12 oz. a day.
If you like ginger ale,
If you like it hot,
If you've never tried Blenheim's,
Give it a go.
Doubtless, a crack addict wouldn't be able to describe the subtle nuances of this or that batch of rock. That's why I've provided a link, hoping it'll be of some aid in describing the stuff.
To my knowledge, Atomix is the only place in Chicago that carries it cold. I know that it was available, last year at least, at Restoration Hardware, in sixers. However, my two visits to that store induced nausea, so its out for me. At any rate, I better regulate my intake when I have to pony up for it, bottle by bottle.
Tell Adam I sent you.
1967 W. Chicago