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May 30, 2006
Mmmmmm, beer
The folks at Fraters Libertas have used the current heatwave in Minnesota as an excuse to post their latest updated rankings of more than 250 beers, after much quaffing rigorous scientific research. Many of the beers are regional American brews, not well known on the coasts.
Back when I managed the pub at Drew University, we began carrying more than 100 varieties of imported bottled beer, retailing for $1.25, if my memory is accurate. While the rugby squad and its fan-club preferred the Bud on tap (50 cents for a plastic cup of the pale suds), alumni were stopping by from as far away as Manhattan for our smorgasbord of foreign beer, many of which cost more than $7 a bottle in Gotham.
Of particular note were the brews from the U.K., rich, thick stouts bearing names like "Ram Rod" and "Old Nick" with labels boasting of constant production since the 1700s.
Every time the beer rep came across something new, he'd ask if we wanted to try a case of it. "Why not?" I'd tell him, and we'd find room in the walk-in cooler. On delivery day, Mike Fariello and I would try a bottle of the new stuff -- to ensure our fellow Drewids were protected from inferior brew, of course!
Ah, college days.
In any event, browsing through the ratings has given me a powerful thirst, which can be slaked only with Michelob Ultra.
Curse you, low carb diet!
Homer Simpson's thoughts on beer after the jump.
Homer no function beer well without.
You've been rubbing my nose in it since I got here! Your family is better than my family, your beer comes from farther away than my beer, you and your son like each other, your wife's butt is higher than my wife's butt! You make me sick!
Beer... Now there's a temporary solution.
I like my beer cold... my TV loud... and my homosexuals flaming.
Ah, the college road trip. What better way to spread beer-fueled mayhem?
You must love this country more than I love a cold beer on a hot Christmas morning.
I've figured out an alternative to giving up my beer. Basically, we become a family of traveling acrobats.
Bart, a woman is like beer. They look good, they smell good, and you'd step over your own mother just to get one!
Aw, there's only one can of beer left and it's Bart's.
Now son, you don't want to drink beer. That's for Daddies, and kids with fake IDs.
All right, brain. You don't like me and I don't like you, but let's just do this and I can get back to killing you with beer.
Posted by Mike Lief at May 30, 2006 12:30 PM
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