The Best Place Ever

Josh called me this afternoon all excited.  “I’m at the best place ever.  You’re getting presents.  I’ll talk to you later.”  As soon as I hung up the phone I knew (just knew) what he was talking about and later on this evening I was validated: At The Warehouse.  He’d gone with Matt in search of, “stuff for the restaurant,”  (not sure if that means Bomber’s or the Biergarten) and hauled back quite the potpourri.  I came home to a kitchenful of toys, the most interesting of which is The BrewTender, a standalone backlit beverage chiller and dispenser whose less-than-inspired tagline is, “It’s your brew. Tend it.”  I’ve often lusted after those nifty Jagermeister taps (even though the thought of Jager makes me vom in my mouth a little) just because of the novelty factor and now I look forward to chilling and dispensing all sorts of brews.  Probably iced tea, mostly.  Or, oooh, sangria.  Anyway, Josh was bowled over by the sheer variety of goods and secondhands available ATW.  I mean, where else can you get a BrewTender, champagne vinegar and a cheesecake poster of a nice young lady encouraging you to, “Watch Your Curves.  Eat More Beef.”  Not to mention all of the great local products, like Center Square Honey.  Only at the best place ever.