In this weeks very special episode, Ginger heads north and lives the good life! -ed.
As I sat at a bar called D.B.A and listened to Carole King sing of “the sweet-tasting good life way over yonder,” I smiled knowing that I didn’t have to go in search of it. I found it this weekend in the tapestry of New York City.
Everytime I go to New York, I try to switch it up. Last summer I spend my city time in Brooklyn and Queens (actually attended an event called the JJQ…where two birthday boys, Jay and Jay cook different amount of meats corresponding to however many years they turned), over Thanksgiving it was wherever my sister and her friends wanted to live out their Sex in the City dreams–enter meat packing district, enter $15 captain and cokes (yet another reason to drink beer!)
During this particular jaunt, beer was the focus, I went in pursuit of ale throughout New York City’s best beer bars.
I headed up with Lance Romance in a snazzy limousine bus courtesy of Tom Peter’s, owner of Monks. We had a caravan headed northward– some of the Monks and Fergie’s bartenders, as well as prolific beer writer Michael Jackson. (Meeting him is the equivalent of getting a baseball signed by Hank Aaron).
