generator12
Senior Chief Petty Officer
- Joined
- Jul 9, 2010
- Messages
- 666
I love beer. 37 years ago I left Chicago to work in the Miller brewery in Milwaukee, from which I retired about 22 years later. That's when I really began to learn about beer.
The problem with picking a favorite is that it's somewhat like choosing a blond, redhead, or brunette as your favorite. They're all wonderful! Just depends on what day it is!
A good stout, at the right time, is the finest thing in the world. But then someone buys you a wheat beer - banana, clove, citrus flavors all coming from the yeast in fermentation - and you suddenly have a new favorite. That lasts until you visit a friend and he pours you a nice, fresh porter with some cheese to nibble while you sip it. But a few weeks later you've just finished mowing the lawn and a neighbor comes over with two beers in his hands, one for him and one for you. Then you experience a "perfect storm" of thirst and fulfillment with a crisp, clear, easy-drinking American-style lager. Kolsch, Saison, Lambic, the list goes on and on...
Makes me feel like a rich man!
The problem with picking a favorite is that it's somewhat like choosing a blond, redhead, or brunette as your favorite. They're all wonderful! Just depends on what day it is!
A good stout, at the right time, is the finest thing in the world. But then someone buys you a wheat beer - banana, clove, citrus flavors all coming from the yeast in fermentation - and you suddenly have a new favorite. That lasts until you visit a friend and he pours you a nice, fresh porter with some cheese to nibble while you sip it. But a few weeks later you've just finished mowing the lawn and a neighbor comes over with two beers in his hands, one for him and one for you. Then you experience a "perfect storm" of thirst and fulfillment with a crisp, clear, easy-drinking American-style lager. Kolsch, Saison, Lambic, the list goes on and on...
Makes me feel like a rich man!