The Beer I Can’t Bring Myself to @#$%ing Drink!

I grew up in Indiana and graduated from the very best institution in the state, Indiana University, even having been there in 1976 when the Hoosiers won the NCAA’s. So I can talk about college basketball. I am also reasonably conversant about films (being partial to Humphrey Bogart and Katherine Hepburn),  books (Steinbeck, Dickens, Chabon, and a slew of non-fiction authors), current events, and a host of many other topics. But bring up a topic related to beer and I may not take a breath for several minutes (very much like those Olympic synchronized swimmers).

So it happened, I was visiting our little neighborhood liquor store (and its amazing quality of beer and wine) when I started chatting it up with the clerk. I told him I was impressed with the selection of beers and was always interested to see what was perched on the tri-level, circular display by the cash register. He said, “You really have to try this beer. We don’t get it in very often.” I grabbed the 12 ounces of recommended brew and handed him my credit card, in a reverie about the joy that would oh so soon spread from the bottle through my palate and body. I sped home dodging cats, cars, and kids, zipped into the house, and took the bottle from the bag, along with the receipt.

Lost Abbey

$16.28! Holy Joker-Nose!! For a 12 ounce bottle.

That’s close to $100 a six pack. My blood isn’t even worth that and I’m B+.

Now I feel guilty about buying it, guilty for not asking what it cost, guilty for not looking at the receipt until I got home. I don’t know if the guilt stems from my Midwestern upbringing, that my parents grew up during the Depression, or that I’m Catholic. Oh wait, I’m not Catholic, but that would have been a really good reason.

Anyway, in my refrigerator there sits a nondescript bottle of beer, which could very well be a modern day equivalent of the apple in Eden. Stay tuned.

10 thoughts on “The Beer I Can’t Bring Myself to @#$%ing Drink!

    • Well, that certainly puts the cost in perspective. Your reasoning is flawless, and you’re my beloved spouse of 24 years. I could never say no to you.

  1. Great comments. Thanks, Mitch.
    I am in 100% agreement about beers (or wines) not overwhelming the taste of food, so no contrariness at all. I would not pair a big Napa cab with a roast chicken any more than I would pair it with a stout. Pairing beer and food follows pretty much the same guidelines as pairing wine with food, although I feel you have a little more creative latitude with beer as you can work with a complementary AND contrasting aspects (to a certain extent). One can stay with palate cleansing beers with spicier foods and have a wonderful experience. However,there are a multitude of transcendent beer/food pairings where the beer and food make each other better than they would if served alone.

    P.S. Skunk is an off-flavor that usually results from too much light exposure in a green or clear bottled beer (which is one of the reasons that the craft beer canning business is booming). Nobody should have to put up with that!

    • P.P.S. The first time I had a Red Tail Ale, we were making plans to interfere with some logging operations in Washington state, a very long time ago. It remains one of my favorites.

      • Thanks for the easier on the eyes text and background, Scott. I think even a very light light pale ale color might work. I also read that shades of brown, tan, amber are comforting to the elderly (just so you know:-)).

        So, open it already! You could toast to Zoe turning 20 today…and the fact that I have no more teenagers!

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