Whiskey Town

Whenever someone gets that pitying look on their face: "You can't eat... what?" I smartly inform them that I have Lived Life. My last bread was baguette in Paris, I say, and my last beer was Guinness in Dublin. [I tactfully omit the part about how sick that last beer made me. That last beer was the last beer I needed to convince me beer and I were no longer going to be friends.] Usually, this brief, impassioned interlude on my European adventures settles the listener right down and they cease to feel sorry for me.

Especially when we are at a bar where you can order a can of Strongbow Cider, complete with BEER COSY.

I found this delightful combination at Whiskey Town, 29 East Third Street. It's rare to encounter Strongbow here in New York, and I am always glad when I do - it's not cloyingly sweet like the other varieties, it's crisp and tangy and light. And the cosy makes dancing that much easier.