these, make limeade!
The barbecue sandwiches at Bill's are not the best I've ever had, but they are tolerable because they afford me the opportunity to drink the big limeade. I like it so much that there are times I could almost be persuaded to drive to Richmond just to get some, and that is not a short trip from here!
When mr. kenju travelled for business regularly, I eagerly awaited his trips north, since they usually meant a stop at Bill's on the way home. I'd put in my order, and mr. kenju would get the largest container they had and fill it with limeade, but no ice. I would sit at home, mouth open and salivating with anticipation! As I heard the car enter the driveway, I'd fill a large glass with ice and run out to the car for the elixir. Talk about Heaven! It quenched my thirst and my longing in one fell swoop.
So, imagine how pleasantly surprised I was to see nestled on the refrigerated shelves at the grocery, a bottle, whose label read:
Not from Concentrate
I could hardly wait to get home and try some! Sadly, it didn't live up to my expectations or to the standard set by Bill's in Richmond. Instead of the sugary yet tart aftertaste, I was left with a distinctly chemical taste. That's odd, considering they say it is all natural.
I suppose that from now on, unless I am planning a trip through Richmond, I should buy limes and make my own fresh limeade. There's nothing like the real thing, is there?