I’ve tried hard cider during a trip with my dear wife Karen, my sister-in-law Lynne and brother-in-law Chuck to the big orchard Beak & Skiff.
They make it right there from their own apples and serve it in their own saloon.
Everything about the tasting on a crisp October afternoon pointed toward a pleasant experience.
Except I didn’t like the stuff, nor the vodka they made from their apples, either.
Yet when I saw their truck dropping off their brand at Nichols before I went to work at the library in the Village of Liverpool, everything about their brand sure looked tasty.
Nice work, local folks.