(Note: I had to skip Day 5- I’ll post the review of Noah’s Fine Food in Stonington, CT soon…after I get the photos off Ron’s iPhone.)
West Virginians, we have so many thngs to be thankful for in the Mountain State…one of them is our liquor laws. I used to complain about having to wait until 1:00 in Sunday to buy alcohol at Kroger since I was already there to get lunch meat, milk and several bundles of asparagus. I won’t complain about that anymore (let’s keep it real: at least for a few weeks) now that I have experienced first-hand the oppressive liquor laws of New England.
In Connecticut and Rhode Island, you have to go to an actual “package” store. Ron wonders why convenience stores even exist if you can’t buy beer there…obviously the only reason he ever crosses the threshold of such an establishment. In Connecticut, you can’t buy alcohol at all on Sunday, except in a restaurant or bar.
Noting on our first day that beer prices in Mystic were just as high as Virginia Beach ($4 – $4.50), Ron asked me to pick up some beer on Sunday while he was in his first class so he could enjoy an icy cold one when his session concluded. I, like the dutiful fiancee I am only some of the time, drove about 10 miles into Rhode Island in search of the elixer.