The Prodigal “Beer” Son
Monday, March 26th, 2007Yeah, I am from Joyzee, you gotta a problem wit dat? I moved to Charleston 25 years ago, but anyone who knows me will vouch for the saying: “You can take the boy out of Jersey…” You know the rest…
I grew up in pre-casino Atlantic City. It was a sadly depressed and abandoned seaside resort that was once known as “The World’s Playground”. Even though the summer throngs had gone, there were a few things no one could take from us, like the original and greatest Boardwalk and the absolute best submarine sandwiches in the world (Philly has nothing over our A.C. Cheese steak, I’ll address that later). Also, Don’t forget that this is the town that gave the world Salt Water Taffy!
I recently traveled back to “A.C.”, mixing business with a little “beery” pleasure in form of a beerfest. It was time for the 2nd annual “Celebration of the Suds.” The event was held in the new convention center and featured more than 100 different beers. There is s bit of irony here since the new convention center sits right where a huge “Schmidt’s Beer” sign lit the city for miles around when I was a kid. I could see it day and night from our picture window. It acted as a night light in our living room even though our house was at least two miles away! Schmidt’s brewery of Philadelphia is long gone, but it appears that my former home town has become a “beery” destination; even if only for one weekend a year.






