Just a quickie... I know I'm gonna come off as an ingrate, or a snob, or worse with this mini-rant, but so be it. I've been known to share my beer with my neighbors and I do so willingly, manly coz I genuinely enjoy my neighbors' company. And my neighbors reciprocate in the beer department, frequently repaying me in kind. But what do I get in return for sharing my Fat Tire, Franziskaner, Mothership Wit and whatever happens to be in the fridge at the time?
Miller-frickin'-High Life. Bud-frickin'-Light.
I mean, here I am... doing a God's work (Dionysus', to be exact)... and laboring mightily to raise the level of beer appreciation here in Beautiful La Hacienda Trailer Park, all seemingly for naught. And it ain't like any of my neighbors ever say "What the HELL is this moose piss you're giving me?" Oh no... it's all "Damn! This is GOOD beer! What'd you say this is?"
There ain't no justice.
Image from the Village Voice's Daily Fork, who shares my opinion.