Was in the Poconos over the weekend and for some reason ribs and beer just tastes better there than it does down in CT. Had a very scary bear sighting walking on the road Saturday night. Cutest little bear cub you've ever seen walked across the road in front of me, about 30 feet in front. The minute I saw it I started looking around for mama.
If we're going to give an honest critique, it definitely has more of a "Jersey fart smell" than "burnt marshmallows"...
Would you believe my wife came home from the Market Basket today with an 18 pack of Rolling Rock? $10.99. That’s moving in on Busch territory.