This evening we stopped at the grocery store to buy some things to throw on the grill and stopped by the beer cooler. Standing there looking perplexed was this willowy young woman, who was just standing there, very intently staring at the beer. When I walked up next to her to check out the current stock of microbrews, she asked me, "Do you see the Blue Moon? I can't find it anywhere. They have every beer in the world here, except Blue Moon!"
Every beer in the world indeed!
Anyway, after an inward sigh (Blue Moon!) and a slightly more outward wince at her voice, which was reaching for babyish tones that only a dog might be able to hear, I decided to be kind and help the poor dear before she became faint and vaporish. (& me without my smelling salts!)
I asked her if she'd like something similar to the Blue Moon and she nodded emphatically yes. After an evil moment of fantasizing about suggesting the Dogfish Head 90 Minute IPA, I pointed out a hefeweizen, explaining the concept of wheat beers. Her eyes glazed over at that point, so she grabbed a six pack and walked away thanking me.
All this makes me think that maybe I drink too much beer. Or maybe spend too much time sampling different beers. Or...well, maybe not. I like beer. (she says as she sips her Willoughby Brewing Co. dark lager)
Fine. I admit I am a beer snob.