Boylan Ginger Ale
Dark places for dark deeds.
For the life of me, I can't find the name of the pizza restaurant near the intersection of Avenue A and 8th Street. East side of A, middle of the block, a nicer pizza restaurant that looks like a regular old shop. Help me here, folks. Edit: This place, the generically named "Pizza Shop".
Anyways, my pal Dino and I wound up at this restaurant some time ago. We'd just left a Gotham Girls rollerderby game and had set out for the lower East Side on a lark, looking for food. After a bit of random walking, Dino realized we were near one of the Gotham sponsors - the pizza place above.
Dino was feeling magnanimous, having won a bunch of gift certificates and a gift basket of Bacon Salt while at the game. He treated me to a slice at this unknown but noble pizza restaurant, a very good slice of "buffalo wing" flavored pizza. I bought a Boylan's Ginger Ale with my own money, fearing that Dino might take liberties if allowed to pay for the whole meal.
I did not buy the Boylan's intending to write a review, but as a servant of the public good I feel the necessity of writing thrust upon me. Boylan Ginger Ale was a terrible disappointment, all angry fizz and nothing else. It boasts "with Pure Cane Sugar" on the front, an easy boast to make if you hardly sweeten your product at all. Not really any ginger taste either, this was more like 7-Up from a fountain dispenser in which the syrup was running low.
I vaguely remember enjoying other Boylan products, but I sure as heck didn't like this one. While not as bad as Vernor's, it's actually worse than Reed's, and doesn't deserve to be mentioned in the same sentence as Ting's Ginger Beer or the much sung Bundaberg. Whoops.