Wednesday, November 13, 2013
The reason for this topic hit me over the last week when pictures were popping up all over the internet of people buying up Great Lakes Christmas Ale from local stores because it has arrived on the shelves. I like Christmas Ale myself, but I don’t love it (it is way better out of the tap than it is a bottle). Yet there are people around here who will burn down ten orphanages to get their hands on a 12 pack (for $25!). But I was walking the dog on Saturday morning and I developed a taste for it. This was at 10 AM, mind you, but whatever. At least I didn’t get the shakes. So on the way back from the park, I made the dog sit in the car while I went on a beer run and got myself some of that sweet Great Lakes holiday cheer. He didn’t seem to mind because a drunk dad is a happy dad. And I stayed home Saturday night, flipping back and forth between the Jackets beating the Islanders and the Double OT Sixers/Cavs classic, just savoring the flavor of the season out of my NY Rangers in pint glass (whatever, we’re pretty much the same team). It was delicious. I regret nothing.
I do “home drinking” maybe five times a year. You would think that a person with as many personal demons as I have would be pounding beers nightly. That is not the case though. But now that I have good beer in the house (and the belated birthday present from my sister of a giant bottle of Grey Goose coming this weekend), that could all change.
Kind of unrelated, but while in Dallas, I wanted to act like a true Texan (which was kind of impossible due to being educated past fifth grade) and I ordered a Lone Star (just like Tim Riggins drinks! TEXAS FOREVER!). It was the worst. It nearly ruined my morning ribs. Lone Star tastes like if Larry Hagman pissed in a bottle of Maumee River water. I know from experience, dude. Anyway…
Now that the weather is changing and the sweaters and wool coats are coming back (BOO!), that usually means that the watery piss beers are going to hibernate for a while. Summer is for chugging. The winter? Not so much—more of a sipping season filled with rich flavor. I’ll put it another way, you aren’t showing up to Thanksgiving pounding Coors Light (or “COURCE LIGHT” if you are Magnus ver Magnusson) unless you are a goddamn savage. Grow up already. With the holidays approaching, it is a time to showcase the sophisticated beer-drinking side that hides inside all of us. I’m always open to recommendations when it comes to good beer. Personally, I just like a heavier beer this time of year. I’m sure that every doctor in the world would say that “YOU SO DUMB FO REAL” for thinking like that but fuck them. What do they know?
I’ll always enjoy a good Christmas Ale (and all other Great Lakes products). Bell’s out of Kalamazoo and New Belgium know how to brew. I don’t care much for IPAs though. But I have no problem at all taking advice from any of you weirdos when it comes to something new that I may have never known existed before today. So let’s share some good craft beer talk that way we can go back to our families and office holiday parties looking like professionals and not amateurs. As moronic meatheads would say…CHEERS!