TUSCALOOSA, Ala. — I have traveled more than 750 miles for a drink, but not just any drink.
But at the moment, I am lost. According to this address—the one I have now checked three separate times while meandering the sidewalk, cursing under my breath like some sort of manic nomad—I should be standing on top of it or inside of the bar I am searching for. But instead, I am standing in front of something called the Campus Party Store—whatever that is.
As it turns out, this is precisely where I need to be. This worn (but charmed) building is what I have journeyed many miles to see—an unassuming college bar in the middle of a town building up everywhere else.