Jake's Black Label Sausage. This should be the title of this post because this is what I ordered at Jacob Wirth for lunch. Whatta wurst! The sausage and a pint of Narragansett left me full as a tick the rest of the day. This was one nice grilled sausage served on a toasted bun with sauerkraut but I don't go to Jacob Wirth for the food. I go for the atmosphere. The place has changed little over a century. I like that. I like looking over bygone momentos and looking at the scrollwork that supports a pressed tin ceiling.
I like it as much as I like my 'Gansett, Neighbor. I wholeheartedly agree that you're not from New England if you aren't drinking the Official Beer of the Clam (this digression, including illustration, is copyright Narragansett Brewing Co. PR)
I love old things that have withstood the test of time. I'm no Renaissance Faire aficionado or colonial re-enactor but I like anachronisms. I liked the Dutch Tavern in New London. I love Boston's landscape and I look forward to participating in the ongoing traditions that make up New Orleans.