Root Beer… not my Favorite
- Saturday, March 6th, 2010
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I thought it would be a fun idea to have some posts that simply tell a story. These stories are supposed to be entertaining and are not to be taken too seriously. They are all true stories and most of them involve food.
Just for fun
As many of you know I came to the US as an exchange student when I was 16 years old. A lot of people have asked me to share some of the experiences and impressions I had when I first came here. Luckily, there is plenty of material for that! Please don’t be offended by anything I say. I love the US and especially its lovely people! I would not have chosen to stay here otherwise. Enjoy!
My first family
Before I moved in with my second family (where I met my husband) I lived with another family, whose name of course I won’t mention. Let’s just say things did not work out. ☺ The time I spent with them did, however, make for some great stories. Here is the root beer story.
Practically the moment I arrived, people started telling me about all the delicious American delicacies I just had to try. They were especially pleased to hear that I’d never had or even heard of root beer.
My host siblings were so excited about this fact that they felt that it was necessary to drag me (traveling for 30 hours can make you THAT tired) to a store the next day, so that I could try it.
Tiny supermarket, huge selection
It was a tiny supermarket in a small village. I was amazed to find a huge selection of chips, drinks and other items. Of course, they also had root beer. We grabbed a can, paid for it and ran outside. They wanted me to try it right then and there, in front of the store.
The big moment
There I was, in front of a supermarket, three people staring at me in excitement and a can of root beer in my hand. Ok, here it goes: I took a sip. One of them took a picture of this (see above).
What do you think?!
They immediately asked me what I thought. If I really had said what I thought it would have sounded something like this: “It tastes like sugary cough syrup, after it passed through a bladder.” Not only did I lack the English vocabulary to describe just how bad it really was, I also did not want to be rude. Instead I said this: “It is not my favorite.”
They looked a little disappointed at first, but cheered up quickly when they thought they had identified the problem: “You really have to drink root beer with vanilla ice cream!”. They assured me that this “root beer float” is simply amazing and everybody loves it.
I love food and am always willing to try new foods. Sometimes the weirdest combination tastes the best! So of course I was willing to give this another try.
A place called A&W
A couple days later, we were sitting in a place called A&W which apparently serves “all-American food”. In front of me there was a giant scoop of ice cream surrounded by a sticky brown liquid and three people staring at me… again.
I love vanilla ice cream so I dug in. The root beer/ice cream mixture hit my tongue and I thought: “Great, now it taste like cough syrup pee with a hint of vanilla.”
I am sure they are still convinced that I actually do like root beer… it just wasn’t the right vanilla ice cream.– Christina