I’ll have whatever you say #11

$3. This is not a large amount in the wallet, certainly not enough to go adventuring for beer. It’s scary to even walk into a bar, actually and have to rely on someone else for the order is…unwise. If it’s more than I have, I’m stuck using a credit card-and better men than I have gotten in trouble due to credit card abuse.

Oh shut up, you. Quit your whining. You’re able to go out for a beer-that you have to go to a dive bar and drink PBR is NOT a reason to bitch and complain, whine to your readers, ‘Oh noes, I’m so poor.’

But that’s part of it. Until midnight I am a man who feels an ache in his stomach, worried about the price of a beer. That’s really no way to live. I considered writing a long excuse about how I couldn’t head out tonight. Should I try to go to a nicer place and hoping I can order a smaller version of whatever has been picked? I don’t want to stiff the bartender on a tip.

I’m surrounded by Patriots fans. Fuck ’em. Their howling about a decimation of the Jets feels like gloating, not triumph. What’s the point of that? If the game isn’t even a good game, what glory, victory?

You are whining. Hush you and drink your beer. It’s sweet to the point of leaving a weird aftertaste and you don’t like it. It practically has a sour backwash, your mouth is rebelling against the sweetness so. You’re making me suffer though the glories of your awful beer and for what?

To write. But you chose this adventure and you’re getting away with it. Be happy.

Bah. Happy. I’m working the second job of hawkeye-ing my finances and the month has gone just a little too long, the expenses just a little too high, my efforts for naught. Who needs it? Fuck, living like that probably sucks a good 10 years off your life, more than drugs and women ever will.

You say this like it’s someone else’s fault you’re $2 short for the month.


That’s what I thought.

It’s just frustrating. You know it, I know it, everybody knows. It’s that extra strain that nobody likes but probably becomes background noise after awhile, especially if the hole you’re in slowly grows. It’s two dollars this month. What is it next? The month after that?

And the point of worrying about this is…?

~deep breath~

pbr at angelosThe man next to me has papers in a manila folder in front of him: he’s focused and busy. Asking him what he was drinking was a fairly significant intrusion on his space. I’m at least reasonably lucky; he was drinking on the cheap too-though I got the impression he isn’t sure himself what he ordered, as his answer to my question was ‘the local piss’. Maybe he’s new here, looking for a space where nobody knows his name and he can get some work done. I quickly explain what I’m doing and he asks “Did I pass?”

Oy. You’re boring people again.

Could be, could be. It’s always good to know when it’s time to leave, and I think that time has come.

Out and about again

While in Seattle last, I asked where I should go to meet someone for a pint and I was told to check out Naked City Brewing. Got there right after they opened at four and I’m glad we arrived early. The place didn’t get crowded but a steady stream of customers arrived quickly and I could tell that this was a spot that could get hopping in the evenings.

I tried the Amarillo by Morning and the Pompatus of Love, the former a single hop IPA, the latter a peach saison and I liked them both.

The Amarillo by Morning had the ‘flaw’ that I’d noticed in the singletons I’d made recently; nothing very subtle about the beer. The hops came right up, smacked me in the mouth and said; yeah, I’m alone; whatcha gonna do about it? It was a lighter ale, so I think the hop element was bound to be front and center and there wasn’t much counterbalance to the beer. A good ale but one I wanted some accompaniment with- food would have been fine too- just so I could appreciate any nuances (if any) about the Amarillo by Morning.

The Pompatus of Love was a nice spin on the Saison style. The peach sweetness helped take the edge off the dryness of the beer and I think I would’ve had another, if I hadn’t been in a hurry to try as many beers as I could.

On top of this, it was happy hour-each of us ordered three drinks (though after my first pint I switched to schooners and so did my companions) and one pretzel was ordered but for three people we got out of there for under $25. I’d consider recommending Naked City just because of that-but with tasty beer and some good vittles? I’m going back next time. And you can’t stop me.

On the way home, I met up with Fuz at a Tacoma joint called The Spar. Good place; nice view of the water and the home made chips are just outstanding. Especially with a little garlic sauce.

While there I tried Maritime’s Imperial Pale Ale, and I have to say; I wasn’t enamored. It wasn’t bad but I couldn’t get into it either. It may be that I just wasn’t ready for an imperial before eating lunch. They have a brewery in Seattle proper so I’ll have to swing by and give them a shot.

Who says there’s nothing good on TV?

The new Brew Masters show on the Discovery Channel shows some fun promise. I haven’t had a chance to watch it, but you can check it out here. I’ve seen some clips and things seem a little…contrived or maybe just rough, at least when it comes to producing ‘drama’. Which I hope they don’t do, because who needs that? On the other hand, there are moments when they’re clearly being silly and trying to have some fun in order to make the show appeal to non-beer drinkers and I appreciate that. The show is not unwatchable by any means and the opportunity to see how QA is done or wildly different flavors are added is pretty cool, so I hope to give it my full attention at some point.