I'll have some Nutmeg with my Beer

Lancaster, New Hampshire U.S. Route 3 runs through New Hampshire's chimney stack, the surprisingly vast, now underused logging lands of Coös County, where towns seem to exist only to keep tourists from claiming that the alpine beauty is infinite. Of all the towns in the North Country, Lancaster might just be the least obtrusive; there are no jarring signs of urbanity here. Yet Lancaster surprises. Lancaster is where the Connecticut receives one of its major tributaries, th

THE BREWERY The Welcome Sign: kinda hidden! True to its name, Red Barn brewery resides in a beautiful, freshly-painted red barn on a recessed, slight rise off the north side of US Route 2 as it rolls through Danville, VT. I actually drove past the Red Barn at first, and had to make a U-ei. Curious fact: Danville is not named for Dan. It was named - by Ethan Allen - after a French Cartographer: Jean-Baptiste Bourguignon d'Anville. Many towns in America were named for French f

Mexico City and its Beer.

April showers bring May flowers. But rainwater gets diverted & so was I - through the Deep South.

The Esses in the Cliffs, at the Delaware River Scenic Viewpoint on New York Route 97, north of Port Jervis, NY. Dinnertime approaches on a Sunday, but as you slap a perfectly marbled New York strip on the grill, you suddenly realize that you forgot to buy beer... or wine... or vodka for the martinis. Is this a major inconvenience? Do you briefly curse Connecticut's blue laws? Or do you just reach for the nutmeg on the spice rack, throw a pinch of Connecticut (and its blue law