The curious, often ironic observations of a wizened traveler passing through the bowels of America.
Monday, June 24, 2013
I need to get something off my chest. I've been patient with this country, I've been tolerant of its customs. WHY IS IT F'N IMPOSSIBLE TO GET DECENT CRAFT BEER WEST OF HOLLAND, MICHIGAN? Northern Illinois? Your answer to craft beer is Leinenkugels? Right? Is that supposed to make us forget how depressing your sweat-short, mullet wearing, train spotting existence really is? And Iowa and Nebraska? O.K. You don't have a craft beer culture. Never had, never will. But if you cared about craft beer 1/10th as much as you care about Iowa State or Cornhusker football, I wouldn't be staring down a 22oz. can of Busch Light. Colorado-shame on you. I KNOW you have good craft beer. But if I'm not driving through the hometown of the microbrewery, I'm stuck drinking Coors. I don't care how cold it is, or how thirsty I am, I've got two words for you- HORSE PISS. If the people who invented lagers would have made it taste like Coors they would have been crucified and their breweries burned to the ground. Is it too much to ask to have the odd six pack of "good" beer just in case I, or anyone who has taste happens to stop bye? Utah and Idaho, you're on notice.
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