The first time I tried Boylan's Birch Beer was at the charming Let's be Frank trailer in Culver City. I was pondering which soda to get: root beer or cream soda? and the woman behind the counter whispered conspiratorially to me, "Have you ever had a birch beer?" Was this code for something more subversive than soda? We were in downtown Culver City after all. All those discount furniture stores can only spell trouble. So I said "Not yet" and handed over the money. She winked and turned to the back of the trailer. What had I gotten myself into? Was she a cop? I nervously hovered around the relish and ketchup waiting for her to return. "Yoo hoo! Your hotdog's ready! I added some homemade bread-and-butter-pickles!" I suspiciously took my hotdog. "Oh! And your birch beer." I heard the "schoooock!" of the lid popping. "It's like root beer but way better."
Ok, nothing sketchy going on at all. Just criminal deliciousness!