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Ahh…. beer, the drink of the century. To some it’s known as “poison”. To others, its one hell of a good time! So which is it? Is beer a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Or is it wolf daring the sheep to keg stand? In this review, we’ll point out the ups, downs, and room spinning aspects of this ever criticized drink, Beer.

It is no secret to those who know me I am not a fan of the big 3 macro brewers.  Sam Adams isn’t one of them but they are big enough now that they might be close.  Often in a club or restaurant Sam Adams is the best thing available (that is not a compliment for the establishment) but they aren’t one of my favorites.  So I was at TGIFriday’s for lunch on Friday (We had buy one get one free coupons)  and I came in and noticed my friends had pint glasses of something kind of cloudy and pale and I’m thinking “What? They didn’t get Bud for once in their miserable lives?” and they said Sam Adams was on special so I figured that was prolly the best thing I could get and ordered me up one too.  Well it turns out it was Samuel Adams White Ale and man was I impressed.  This remarkably drinkable beer had a very nice, smooth flavor with a citrusy finish.  Boston Brewers say this is their American interpretation of a witbier.  I don’t know who came first but this is the same style as a Shock Top (Anheuser-Busch) or a Blue Moon (Coors).  Sam Adams’ White Ale is heads and shoulders above those two beers.  I think this may be the best of the Sam Adams brews I have tried.  One of my companions thought it was too weak tasting but sometimes I don’t want to fight with the hops for control of my taste buds.  Clocking in at 5.2% ABV it is a nice, steady, drinkable beer.  Now I am not saying it compares to Hoegaarden or St. Bernardus because that would be silly.  Those are world class beers and worth every penny.  But when you aren’t in Belgium or you don’t have a lot of pennies, Sam Adams White Ale is a fine, fun little beer and it is more likely to be available.  Just drink it for what it is and don’t worry about what it isn’t.

…for Valentines day, keep your calendar open for March 14th, Steak And A BJ Day.

If she brings you a beer too well then you win the day.

Beer. I say it again…beer! Now say it loud…BEER!

For beer lovers it is second nature to walk in and order that cold, bubbling, yellow concoction that slides down the gullet like so much water to a man in the desert. That parched throat is suddenly an oasis of flavor and chilled taste buds. Makes you want one right now, doesn’t it?

I’m gonna be up there in May for the Maryland Death Fest and I can’t go out of town without finding a good local brew to sample. Who knows where I should go? Speak up!

With the Steelers’ just-barely Super Bowl win yesterday, it seems appropriate that our attention turn for a moment to the thousands of gallons of domestic brew that was undoubtedly being slugged from cans and bottles across the country.  From coast to coast, football fans tuned in and tipped back to enjoy one of the biggest American  traditions alongside Thanksgiving turkey and Fourth of July fireworks.  And what better blue collar city representative is there than Pittsburgh?  Now, I’ll admit I’m a little biased, since I grew up only an hour outside of this city built on the iron and steel industry, home to the Andy Warhol museum, Carnegie Mellon University, and the largest population of pigeons the world has ever known, (yes, I believe it even rivals Venice, Italy).  But c’mon.  Pittsburgh’s collar is bluer than smurf shit and they deserve a shout-out due to their victorious win over the Arizona Cardinals, whom, let’s face it, nobody cares about anyway. (I kid, I kid! I was born in Phoenix!)

Okay, okay, so I’ll admit that I’m a certified Beer Geek, and damn proud of it, thank you very much.  But while I revel in my geek-dom purely because I enjoy thinking, drinking, and talking about delicious brewed libations of (almost) every style, flavor, and form, I try to approach the subject of beer critiquing objectively and sensitively.  In sum, I try not to judge.  The only problem is, I do, rather frequently, find myself mid eye-roll at the predictability of certain beer drinkers I encounter on a regular basis.  As a server at a bar that happens to sport a rather impressive beer list, I can’t help it.  It’s just there in front of me every day.  I find myself biting my tongue as (almost always male) customers yank their beer out of my hand and insist on pouring it themselves, either because they are trying to save me the trouble, or more likely, because they do not think I have any business pouring their beer.