Now that I’ve confessed my craving for wine (Under Why I Eat/Drink) let me describe a new adventure I had a few weeks back…
I tended to find things I love and stick with them. If alone, I’ll drink wine. That’s where awesome friends and family come in: other people’s passions teach you thing. You see, the bro loves beer, and as a single gal, I’d never compared brews before, so why not do so in Salt Lake City. WHAT? Unexpected place for a brewery, but the owners developed Squatters after crawling American pubs for a year in the 70s, and now the local offers select microbrews. Wine tasting elicits a crisp autumn endeavor…but beer sampling? Perfect carbonation on a fourth of july in the west.
After a few sips, I got playful and ended up describing them all as a stereotypes or figures. Lame, I know, but this amateur couldn’t find any other way to describe be
er. I have the lingo down for wine, but beer seems more friendly, more chill and accepting. This was totally a blast! Try your local brewery and see if you can compare 5 beers and try to name them…
Here are my three favs:
Broadway Kölsch: With a bit of a fruity after bite and tons of carbonation, I deemed this the Tinkerberll as it was fluttery and put me in such a good mood.
Full Suspension Pale Ale: There is an earthiness to this brew I cherished, sipping it slowly, with caramel nut undertones. I described it as the Body Builder. Yum-o!
Hefeweizen: Extremely light, with lots of acidity to it, and a taste that easy, but doesn’t linger long. It was the Prom Queen.
I guess if I were a beer I’d want to be a Samuel Adams (got to give a shout out for my Boston days)…the Librarian of beers. Respectible, with a repressed ID.
If you were a beer, what kind of beer would you be?