Today we basically did miles, although the rest breaks in Chamberlain and MitchellbSD were both pleasant; Chamberlain for the friendly chat with two ladies in the coffee shop and Mitchell foir the quaint Corn Palace and the good coffee afterwards.
So today is the opportunity to recount some stories about our experiences of drinking laws in the USA.
Firstly, when having dinner on Orem Utah, we were asked for photo ID when we ordered wine for dinner. I laughed, because the legal age for drinking alcohol is twenty one. I told the waitress to multiply that by three. She was apologetic, but adamant. No photo ID would mean no wine. No problem, I show my drivers license and quarter flask of wine is ordered. It arrives with one glass and I ask for a second, so Liz can have some. Photo ID is requested, but Liz has left hers at the hotel. Tough. No grog for Liz! It is a silly law as I simply placed my glass between us and she helped herself as she felt like it.
On our first night in Cortez CO we walked over the road for dinner and asked for the wine list. The waitress was very proud to tell us that the wine by the glass was Australian. Yellowtail! Well, we were not in Cortez to drink Australian wine, and certainly not Yellowtail. We sampled instead a Chilean Cabernet sauvignon and were quite pleased with the result.
Finally, in Kremmling CO we attended a local saloon for dinner. Liz ordered the Merlot, the only red offered; and as I do not enjoy that varietal I opted for the chardonnay. The waitress duly arrives and places two glasses of red on the table. They are both red. I hesitate before saying that I had ordered the chardonnay. With total assurance the waitress pointed to my glass saying "that is the chardonnay. I was very careful to make sure I got it right". At that moment the manager walks past and obviously having heard the exchange tells the lass "chardonnay is clear". Exit one glass of red to be replaced by a chardonnay. Seeing as the only red she offered at the outset was Merlot, I am still wondering what is was that she brought me, as it was said to be different!
Suffice it to say, small town America, as delightful as it is, is not the place to extend one's appreciation of wine. But the selection of beer - and good beer - is terrific. I have had a few glasses, unusual for me.