Plumstead Grill

January, 2009
Cream Ridge, NJ

I've thought long and hard about how a town would have come to be called Cream Ridge. It stands to reason that some cream and a ridge would be involved, but therein lies the problem. Oak Ridge I can see. That would be a ridge of land, maybe the top of a small hill, where one would find some oak trees. Oom papa mau-mau. Creamtown would work -- the town that was known for making some of the best cream in...New Jersey. (?) But Cream Ridge? A ridge of land where, what, the cream stream flows through? Hardly likely. But intriguing...really, what would be the downside of a stream of heavy cream running through your back yard? Large pants, I guess. But I digress.

After driving and driving and driving through what seemed to be turning into the pine barrens of NJ, we arrived at -- fittingly -- a giant log cabin. Inside the woodsy theme continued as we were led around the very large, centrally-located bar (good sign). We immediately ordered out LIITs and got to work.

Upon first sipping looks were exchanged. This was a strong one. Not as sweet a taste as others by far, but also not a fluffy drink. More of a call-your-best-friend-to-check-in type of drink, with a long-term kick to it. "Would you like another?" said the waiter. Uh, no, thanks. With a proper LIIT, you only need one. (You want three, but you only need one.)

And they had mozzarella sticks, so life was good. But that's a whole different committee.

Taste: 7
Throwdownability: 7
Kick: 8
Quantity: average