Moonshine is like water. It's a clear liquid no one wanted the government placing any of those fancy federal taxes on. With two hundred years of illicit production in the Appalachian mountains, it's premised on the badassery of backwoods distilleries.
But moonshine has slowly and legally been seeping its way north of the Mason-Dixon line, and most recently, south of the I-4 corridor to our neck of the woods. Granted, legal moonshine undermines its novelty, but Moonshine Molly's opened last week on Federal Highway in Boca Raton. Amongst their reservoir of moonshine infusions (bacon moonshine - what?!), they're also serving good ol' country fare, and yes, even boast line-dancing lessons.