Plaidophile

I almost had my first bit of culture shock. I needed something to drink, and I headed to the corner market to pick up some Negro Modelo.

Which, apparently, isn't so easy to find in New York. (It turns out it's 2,000 miles away from Mexico. Who knew?)

Fortunately, Corsendonk, a Belgian ale I'd never heard of (I was attracted to its champagne-esque packaging, to the point that I didn't notice the $7 pricetag for a pint and a half), is plentiful here — and tastes way better.

I also bought a bottle of Manhattan Special Espresso Soda. As I picked up a bottle, one of the locals asked me what it tasted like, thinking I was also a local (still doing the blending-in game; I'm wearing my monochrome outfit right now). I said I had no idea either. Dunno when I'll try it though. The ale has me nice and mellow. :D

Though, after I'd already become quite entrenched in drinking the Corsendonk, Roymond told me of a bar I needed to go to and their specialty drink. That will have to come tomorrow though.