There is a road I sometimes travel to visit a local high school that is located in the heart of Lancaster County’s Amish country. Somewhere along that road, there is a sign that has always intrigued me (possibly as far as back when I was in elementary school and my mom coached soccer out that way). It advertises homemade root beer, and sits at the end of a long lane back to a farmhouse.
I’ve always had an urge to stop when I see that sign. But, given that I’m not actually a fan of root beer, and I’m usually on my way somewhere, I never had.
At the beginning of July, my friend Emily visited from New York. I asked her if she wanted to explore Amish Country, and I mentioned my curious urge to try the homemade root beer. As it turns out, Emily loves root beer. Perfect!
So we went on our adventure, which led to a few other stops first (farm stands and the like — you have to buy Lancaster County corn while you’re here!) Around lunchtime, we made it to the root beer spot. I put on my turn signal and finally turned down the lane.
The soda, fudge, and some other goodies were sold from an outbuilding near the house. We had packed a lunch, not necessarily planning to eat it at this farm, but by happy circumstance, there was a picnic table for us to eat and drink at. The root beer came in a glass bottle with barrel-like molding. It was earthy, spicy and sweet, but not saccharine, which meant I liked it much more than store-bought soda, though I still could only drink about 1/5 of a bottle on my own. And when we were finished, there were goats to pet!
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