November 15, 2003
damn good beer
I have been a total red-necked, lazy-boned, beer-swilling slug today. My beloved Georgia Bulldogs laid an old-fashioned ass-whuppin' on Auburn while I ate five pounds of spicy snow crab legs at my coffee table. I made the mistake of rubbing my right eyeball while I had some cajun seasoning on my finger and I managed to cry out of just one eye even though the Dawgs were winning. I don't believe that I've ever done that before.
I am sure glad that I didn't decide to scratch my nuts at the same time. That kind of burn might have put me in a war-dance mode.
The more of this Old Milwaukee beer I drink, the more I like it.
Hmm...now that you mention it, I think I had my first Old Milwaukee beer in Georgia. That was over 30 years ago, and I was just slightly underaged for the occasion.
I assume it's available out west, but I really don't know. I'd better pay attention next time I go to the store.
Lately I've kinda settled on Mickey's Malt Liquor...for home use, that is. Otherwise I've been mighty comfortable with Foster's on tap...not all that easy to find.
As to Mickey's, just remember to let it breathe for five seconds or so before you get your nose close to the stuff. It needs that little bit of time to make itself presentable.
You haven't lived until you've chugged an 8-pack of Schoenling Little Kings. They're even better than Genny Creams (Genessee Cream Ale).
A buddy of mine was stationed in Charleston and he'd come home on leave, load his trunk FULL of Little Kings, and make a fuckin' fortune!
Serves you right for a.) drinking shit beer, b.) eating sea cockroaches.
Bah, bah, and bah yet again. You may know guns, Mr. du Toit, but you know fuck all about food. Crabs are truly the food of the very gods themselves, and Old Milwaukee is just the thing to wash the tasty little bastards down with.
Watery, with just the right hint of aluminum flavor.
As far as I know, Old Milwaukee is available as far west as Oklahoma, although the market isn't that great, what with Keystone taking them out to the woodshed every market quarter.
Well, I keep the boat's fridge stoked with a couple o' sixers of EITHER Old M, or Keystone. Just depends on what's priced right as I roll down the aisle.
When dining out, I "do in Rome", i.e; Moretti's at Italian eateries, Tsing Tao with Chinese, Sapporro with all things Japanese, etc. Negra Modelo is about the SMOOTHEST brew going. Only TOURISTS ruin it with lime, by the way.
Those aren't hard n' fast rules, just an outlook, mind you. Personally, I like the fact that stores DO carry, and bars DO serve, many more beers than I can POSSIBLY keep straight in my bourbon-addled memory banks. Ahhhh, variety, how sweet thy nectar!
And, Kim? Don't worry 'bout ever having to partake of Snow Crabs. I'm sure Eichra n' I can devour your share, nooooo probs.
Sloop New Dawn
I must say, NM is quite possibly the Best. Damned. Mexican. Beer. Ever.
Corona is armadillo piss. Watery armadillo piss.
Nothing compares to some of the fine German imports in the 5 liter party keg I can get from Jungle Jims.
It's all about the PBR. Nothing like having a cookout and getting tanked on PRB.
I get the worst looks from those Heineken drinking nancy-boys when I pull out the 12 pack of the Ribbon. Also, Labatt isn't too bad. Way better than anything Molson.
Do you folks ever get Alaska King Crab? Ain't nuthin' like it -- you'll never eat snow crab again! We're lucky here, just launch the whaler, run out and set crab pots, go back in a day or two, it's fresh king crab with garlic butter for dinner, and ahem, a Coors Light! Or two, or three.