The Brew Thru

Bdee39eb1bcb4ad426ccb98a17865e2cDriving into Nag's Head after a long five hour trip up the coast of North Carolina, we saw something wonderous by the side of the road. It was a drive through liquor store, the Brew Thru.

Drive through liquor stores. For when you really, really need a six of Bud, but can't get out of your car.

I'm thinking about becoming a franchise owner.

11 thoughts on “The Brew Thru

  1. Unless things have changed recently, you still can’t drink in the car in North Carolina. Even if you aren’t the driver.

  2. The Drive-up liquor store isn’t that unusual in many Southern states (though they all have open container laws, as MH notes.) But in in Pennsylvania, with it’s crazy liquor laws, there are some drive-through “package stores”. (Those are stores that sell cases, and only cases of beer and are supposedly the only places that are supposed to sell beer except for restaurants, though there are lots and lots of “delies” that have a few mostly fake sandwich fixings around to make their take-out 6-pack business legal.)

  3. Those are stores that sell cases, and only cases of beer…
    They also sell kegs, but nobody makes a kegerator that will run on the cigarette lighter.
    There is a drive through beer store in a suburb out here. The only time I was there, I parked outside the store and got beer the regular way. Passing a case through a window seemed needlessly difficult.

  4. I still remember the drive-through bars in Louisiana. Unlike the Brew-Thru (which exists here in Texas, albeit only for beer and wine), they were set up like a fast food drive-thru, where you order from a sign that doubles as a menu and a microphone, and are served at a window. Mixed drinks were served in styrofoam cups with lids and straws, and you could order black russians (cut with chocolate milk!) in sizes from 8oz to 1 gallon.
    Combined with an 18-year-old age of legal purchase and possession, the drive-thru was a potentially-fatal blessing for high school kids back in the 80’s and 90’s. Not that I’d know anything about that.

  5. Drive-through daquiri places! I remember them well. Louisiana declined to export some of the finer points of civilization. (Now where is my Brew Thru t-shirt from my days of DC living and NC vacations?)

  6. I remember the drive through bars in NO where they were incredulous if you refused a straw with your gallon jug of frozen margaritas.

  7. Even if the container is a whole gallon, if it has a straw it in, I don’t think you should use a plural. To you it may have been “margaritas” but to them it was “a margarita.”

  8. I grew up in Cincinnati, where the drive-thru pony keg (as we called them) was common. In addition to beer, they sold chips, pop, candy, etc. Sometimes, if I’d been sufficiently good (or had a bad week,) my mom would stop by on the way home from school and buy me a bag of chips and a pop.
    BTW, a “pony keg” was the term for any small, neighborhood store that sold beer, chips, pop, cigarettes, and candy. This was not the same thing as a convenience store. The pony keg was a neighborhood store, owned by one person or family; it wasn’t part of a chain, like a convenience store. It also wasn’t shiny and new-looking. People hung out at the pony keg; nobody hung out at convenience stores.
    I was shocked upon moving to Fort Wayne and realizing that not only were there no “pony kegs,” as I think of them (just chain liquor stores)–there were no drive-thru pony keys AT ALL! For shame.

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