Last Call: Gingery summer cider and a day in the life of a restaurant inspector

As I’m not much of a beer fan (although Kate Bernot is trying to convince me), I admit I had some horrible experiences with cider in my youth. Back then the primary brand was Woodchuck, which was a super-sweet alcoholic beverage (note: bad combo) that basically tasted like spiked apple juice. I was pleased as I got…

Last Call: Cemetery cider, Taco Bell Thanksgiving, and 48 minutes of bebop fury

A couple ferments homemade cider from apples they find in a Brooklyn cemetery, which is relevant to all of my interests and should definitely be set to a Smiths soundtrack. I’d love to taste this cider in the cemetery itself, among the headstones and trees. A handful of cidermakers around the country sell commercial…