When we lived in Athens, GA, we discovered a little deli near campus. I can't remember the name, but it was run by a wonderful lady who made the best sandwiches ever. She also offered meatloaf, lasagna, soups, casseroles, either fresh or frozen for take-away, all made right there in her little kitchen. We would frequently go on a Saturday, BOGOF coupon in hand, and we usually got the same thing: Egg Salad with dill for me, Curry Chicken Salad for John. Both on the best wheat bread you ever tasted. The first time we went, we perused the drink selections and noticed a Root Beer we had never heard of before: Hank's. We each got one, collected our sandwiches, and took a seat. We dug right in, both in heaven with our first bite of our lovely, thick sandwiches. Then we popped open the Hank's. We were instantly transported to tastebud nirvana. After that first day, our sandwiches were always accompanied by our good friend Hank, usually in Root Beer form, with the occasional Cream Soda for me.
Sadly, when we left Athens, we also left Hank. Then, last night, a miracle. I was ordering a pizza for dinner after a long day of "Things I Need To Do Before The Baby Is Born". I pulled up the drinks page of the menu, and what to my wondering eyes should appear? Hank's Root Beer! I eagerly awaited the arrival of my order, mouth watering, wondering what I would do if they forgot the Hank's. They didn't. I immediatly opened the dark brown bottle and took a sip of the icy cold goodness. Better than I even remembered. Welcome home, my friend.
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I'm a huge rootbeer fan, so now I feel obligated to search out Hanks. I've never heard of it. Maybe sometime I'll be on a trip and see some. Glad to see you posting again. I've missed it! :)
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