Really good root beer makes you want things. It makes you want sandals and onion rings and convertibles and sunlight after supper. It makes you want to put on your sandals and get in the convertible at suppertime and go for a run that ends up at a drive in for root beer and onion rings.
We get the sunlight after supper starting tomorrow, and once the rain takes care of what’s left of the snow it will only take a week or two without salt to bring out the convertibles. Carlson’s is probably already open (I haven’t been over to check), and so help me I’m getting out of shoes as soon as the temperature hits 55 for more than four minutes.
I’m not sure if this artisan root beer I’m drinking at my desk is helping or hurting the situation, but I am so ready for spring. Goose Island WBC Chicago Style. In glass. Not bad. Objectively, it’s probably better root beer than the root beer at Carlson’s, but there’s no substitute for the iced mug, and the onion rings.