

Root Beer was about the only soft drink I liked as a kid and I really like it as an adult. It's about as American as baseball and hot dogs. There was a root beer shop not far from our church where I grew up in Reseda, CA and after mutual, we'd beg our leaders to take us by for a brew after an activity. They served it in frozen mugs for a quarter and it went down cold and smooth.
When our older kids were in high school we had a french exchange student spend a summer with us. The poor kid had a hard time adjusting to the casual American palate. He developed a real fondness for hot dogs, but couldn't take root beer. He said it tasted like medicine.
Summer wouldn't be summer without an ice cold root beer now and then.