As I mentioned in
my recent interview, I'm currently reading
Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray. Vera and I are also planning a long stay in Costa Rica, a country which seems to be woefully short on quality beer. So when I came across this great passage in the book, it really struck a chord with me, and though I'm not sure if London's 19th century porters would have had the same effect today, the sentiment is still sound.
"If I had time and dared to enter into digressions, I would write a chapter about that first pint of porter drunk upon English ground. Ah, how good it is! It is worth while to leave home for a year, just to enjoy that one draught."
Every country and every land has some commonplace drink or dish which elicits such feelings, I'd gather. In Canada it's probably
poutine. What is it in your neck of the woods?
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