We will call it a quest for orange. Does that make any kind of sense to you? It probably sounds like the ranting of a madman. There is nothing I can do about that. The quest for orange is real, and if you are unable to participate, I will go it alone.
Years ago, the quest for orange was instilled in me by my mother. After shopping at Sears, she took us to a fast food place called Red Barn. Though this establishment did not survive my childhood, the memory of her urging me to have the orange drink because “it’s really good” at that location is forever embedded in my subconscious.
Another time, while working at a part time job at Woodbine Racetrack, after several hours in front of the dishwasher, I went and got myself a drink of orange pop. I am uncertain as to whether it was my dehydrated body or an overly generous mix of syrup and water, but it was the most delicious orange pop I have ever had. The next day the machine went back to normal and the pop did not taste the same.
While there have been some great days of orange, they have been few and far between. However, I have never given up my quest, nor my ambitious and adventurous spirit. When I come across a new orange, I have to try it out.
While at Mr. Pide, a Turkish restaurant on the Danforth (east Toronto) that I had gone to before, I decided to try the orange drink they had to offer. The bottle was rather small, and the price was reflective of its import status. Nevertheless, it was quite delicious. That and the beers that followed constitute today’s Perfect Moment.