Happy Hour In The Heptarchy: Sundrop Ice Cream and Fuller’s London Pride

by J.R.

It’s five past 5 across Conference III (leave work early, Colorado — you have our permission), time to hit bricks and get that freakin’ weekend started, am I right?

Of course I am.

It’s been a tough week for some of you so loosen your belt, pop a top, grab a spoon and stop being such a sourpuss. III Communication’s got good news for everybody.

The Particulars

8340243123_7e4e46ff88_bWhat We’re Eating: Sometime in the summer of 2007, I stopped at a Food Lion in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. I don’t remember the circumstances — typically I shopped at the Kroger across the street. As I hustled through the store — I believe I was late for work, which at the time was some 45 minutes away — something caught my eye in the freezer section. It was Sundrop ice cream, a frozen treat flavored to match the delicious citrus soda. I didn’t buy it — I was late for work, remember — but promised myself I would buy it the next time I saw it.

I never saw it again. I never tasted it. Now, from what I’m told, the ice cream is almost impossible to find, though a sherbet will occasionally show up on Food Lion shelves, if one can locate a Food Lion.

Not buying that ice cream that day is among my greatest regrets.

1476What We’re Drinking: Not that newspapermen ever need an excuse to drink, but it is a grand tradition of journalism — unfortunately, an increasingly frequent one — that when a paper folds or cuts staff, the wretches gather and drink on the assembled dimes of their suddenly gracious competition.

For coming on four years, I’ve plied my trade at the Nashville City Paper, and two weeks from today, it will print its last issue. I was one of the lucky ones — I’ll still write for the NashvillePost and the Nashville Scene — but several of my colleagues were not. So we gathered at Nashville’s Fleet Street Pub, an ersatz London local in a basement in famed Printer’s Alley.

The place boasts of being the U.S.’s top seller of Fuller’s London Pride — and as that was the first pint I had when I arrived in the U.K., it was the pint I raised last night.

Reasons To Celebrate

Chicago:  Looks like Joel Quenneville will get extended, which may go a long way to stanching the rising tide of unemployment in the Windy City and will keep the grumpiness in Conference III on a high level. Also: here’s some monkeys riding on dogs.

Your Weekend Jam: “Monkey Gone To Heaven” by The Pixies

Colorado: The pot shops won’t be widespread — they are likely to be concentrated in your most pot-friendly cities. On the other hand, the cantaloupes are here and available everywhere.

Your Weekend Jam: “Cantaloop (Flip Fantasia)” by US3

Dallas: If you think you are driving on the I-30 HOV lanes for the next two years, think again. If you thought it was going to be called Cowboys Stadium forever, think again. And if you thought Mexico would walk all over Panama, think again.

Your Weekend Jam: “Panama” by Strummin’ With The Devil (feat. David Lee Roth)

Minnesota: Awful nice of the Vikings to come up with a tailgating plan at a stadium taxpayers funded. In Duluth, a bunch of really tall ships.

Your Weekend Jam: “T=0” by Tall Ships

Nashville: Will the jock tax survive? Probably not, but in the meantime, it’s fun to hear Mathieu Schneider moan about it when the league agreed to pay the players’ tax for them in the new CBA. Think of the money they’ll save — they can go see Sharknado on the big screen!

Your Weekend Jam: “The Shark’s Own Private F—” by Sunny Day Real Estate

St. Louis: It will soon be much easier to get out of St. Louis, as the new bridge is being connected.

Your Weekend Jam: “Burned Bridges” by Get Up Kids

Winnipeg: Chevy signed Bryan Little to a big deal. Also, your zoo has new snow leopard cubs. Awww.

Your Weekend Jam: “Year Of The Cat” by Al Stewart