Alright, just needed to get this off my chest.
One of my friends, we'll call him Tex, has disappointed me.
We've been drinking good beer together for a few years. Tex is from Texas (obviously) and therefore used to drink crappy beer. Coors Light and Pearl. Pretty much exclusively. He'd actually get his dad to mail him Pearl. Absolutly disgusting. Anyways, I opened him up to real beer. Good beer. I assaulted his taste buds with every microbrew I could think of. He eventually realized that there is real beer out there. He started to rely heavily on good IPAs. I was happy, and proud of Tex.
Then came tonight.
I went to meet up with him and his sister at a bowling alley in Fredneck. Not a place where one goes to drink good beer, but at least they have Yuengling (not my favorite by far, but a decent area brew). I took a swig out of the pitcher and nearly gagged.
It was Blue Moon. The girliest of beers. Commonly served with an orange slice. I mean, what the hell?
I thought it might have been his sister's pitcher, but she was 18 and didn't drink at all. I felt betrayed.
"I like the taste, it's fruity!" - Tex
To think I wasted 2 perfectly good Dogfish Head 120 minute IPAs on him, when I could've drank them myself...
One of my friends, we'll call him Tex, has disappointed me.
We've been drinking good beer together for a few years. Tex is from Texas (obviously) and therefore used to drink crappy beer. Coors Light and Pearl. Pretty much exclusively. He'd actually get his dad to mail him Pearl. Absolutly disgusting. Anyways, I opened him up to real beer. Good beer. I assaulted his taste buds with every microbrew I could think of. He eventually realized that there is real beer out there. He started to rely heavily on good IPAs. I was happy, and proud of Tex.
Then came tonight.
I went to meet up with him and his sister at a bowling alley in Fredneck. Not a place where one goes to drink good beer, but at least they have Yuengling (not my favorite by far, but a decent area brew). I took a swig out of the pitcher and nearly gagged.
It was Blue Moon. The girliest of beers. Commonly served with an orange slice. I mean, what the hell?
I thought it might have been his sister's pitcher, but she was 18 and didn't drink at all. I felt betrayed.
"I like the taste, it's fruity!" - Tex
To think I wasted 2 perfectly good Dogfish Head 120 minute IPAs on him, when I could've drank them myself...