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To: Ilaine who wrote (7490)	11/30/2001 5:07:33 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 25073

alt.turnersouth.com Blenheim's Ginger Ale Just south of the North Carolina line, nestled among the apocalyptic commercialism of "South of the Border," the ticky-tackiest tourist trap this side of Tijuana, is a nondescript brick and aluminum-siding building that turns out the spiciest libation I know of - Blenheim's Ginger Ale. Like a slap in the face from a spurned lover, Blenheim's commands your attention. I can still remember my first bottle. With the first swallow, my neck went loose, my lips went numb, and my heart began to gallop like a thoroughbred. This was not a soft drink. And though Blenheim's is indeed pungent stuff, its taste is not solely defined by heat. There is pleasure as well as pain. Take a second sip and your palate, indeed your whole body, comes to life. Locals claim that "it's good for what ails you," and they may well be right. Created in the 1890's by a doctor who added Jamaican ginger to the local spring water curative in an attempt to mask the taste, the resulting concoction quickly built a reputation as a digestive aid. Bottled since 1903, Blenheim's has, until recently, avoided any attempts at modernization. Until the early 1990's, each bottle was taken off the production line and hand shaken to mix the granulated sugar into the ale. That laborious process ended when the Schafer family, owners of S.O.B., bought out the bottler. The old plant was closed and production moved to its new home amidst the faux-Mexican facades of S.O.B. Blenheim's Ginger Ale is still not widely distributed despite the efforts of the Schafer family. In fact, it's so hard to find that if you want to be assured a steady supply, you better stop by the bottling plant. I called ahead for directions. "You can't miss us," they said. "Take the South of the Border exit. We're right across from the observation tower," they claimed. With the World's Tallest Sombrero as my guide, I couldn't lose my way. Or so I thought...I stopped and asked directions. Numerous times. Everyone tried to help: "There, through the Ape's thighs, to the right. Just beyond Pedro's Pleasure Palace. Yea, that's it. A little further. No, turn left, right, at the thirty-foot gorilla." I was lost, hopelessly lost-that is until I rolled down my window, caught a whiff of spice in the air, and began sniffing my way toward the land of ginger and fizz.