The local 7-Up bottler in Portland, who bottled Vernor’s for the area, went banko last year.
No more Vernor’s in Oregon! Oh the humanity!
If it wasn’t available in Washington I don’t know how I’d find the strength to go on. sniff
You can have my share. Grass soda is the second-worst thing I’ve ever tasted, just behind the time I accidentally got some soldering flux in my mouth.
I know some people who like Cel-Ray. I don’t care for it, though.
What is Vernor’s?
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Ginger ale.
Good stuff.
And it’s found aplenty here in San Diego.
Vernor’s: Ginger Ale with a real taste, not just the mild sweetness of most concoctions. Only found in some places (like a certain gas station in Great Falls, for some reason) in Montana.
If I ever get to San Diego, I’ll have to drink my mass in Vernor’s.
The moment I saw this thread, it was paired with the one below it:
Civilization, as I used to know and love it, is now kaput
I just got a gold K-Mart Mastercard!
… and so do I. I can’t get enough of the stuff. It’s little orange cans of liquid crack. I want it. I need it. I just gotta’ have it.
You have never lived until you have sat on a rock at Two Lights State Park (Cape Elizabeth, ME, USA) with an Amato’s sandwich in one hand and a Moxie[sup]TM[/sup] in the other.
You must be some sort of barbarian.
I worked in a head shop for a few months, and we sold Hemp Soda. I can’t remember the exact brand, but I think it was either Pirate Willie or Uncle Willie or something like that (I could be way off). Not being the adventurous sort, I never dared touch the stuff.
Then they passed a law in MD about not selling food/drink products with hemp in them, so we had to unload eight boxes of the stuff. We gave them away free, so I tried one right away, and it tasted exactly like PLAY-DO! Now, I haven’t eaten any Play-Do since 1985, but man that drink brought back memories. When I left that night, the garbage can outside the store was brimming with half-full bottles of that vile Play-Do-tasting nastiness. Blech.
Mullinator,
Perhaps the person in you office is just some sort of mental terrorist. They just bring the can in a place where people will randomly find it, be freaked out by it, then move it to some other location. They the sit back know that productivity is down at your work place because some people are going ‘Celery?!?!’
So obviously you must find the terrorists and kill them.
I can’t imagine eating a triple-decker roast beef on rye without a Cel-Ray to chase it down.
Mmmm. . .Cel-Ray . . .
“Made with genuine Detroit River water!” Mr. Pol claims.
I’m originally a Michigander, and do enjoy the True Ginger Ale, though I’ve never had the moxie to try it hot.
Speaking of Moxie - I’m hoping to find some (the soda, I mean) if we visit friends in New Hampshire this summer.
I love Vernors!!! what is Moxie?
You’ll have to forgive Eve Exgineer. She’s not a New Englander. We like the winters, we like rooting for the Red Sox, and we like Moxie.
Moxie is sort of a root beer - super-nuclear strength - made in Maine and sold, AFAIK only Down East (New England). It comes in a bright orange can with Blue? Purple? writing on it & bears the slogan “It’s Wicked Good!”
Its interesting that I seem to be the only person on earth who thinks that Vernor’s tastes really, really bland and sugary. Like, much more bland than regular ginger ale. ::shrug::
If you observe someone sitting in a glass of Cel-Ray over time, you can actually watch it being absorbed up through their anus.