This weekend, Robbie, Phil, Lauren and I went to the Tiniest Bar in Texas. It was less a bar and more a shack with outdoor seating. Since it's been so gorgeous outside, it was tough to pass up the chance to sit outside without a jacket. I think Texas hasn't gotten the memo that it's supposed to be winter because it's below zero everywhere else and it's been in the 60s here.
And yes, I did get cider. The "hard" stands for "hardcore," because that's what us pear cider drinkers are. Hardcore. Not sissies.