This series of posts is dedicated to the many, many six packs, pony kegs and pints that have sauntered into my life at one point or another.
It has gotten extremely difficult to be a beer connoisseur — or beer snob, if you prefer — in this era of constantly proliferating craft breweries. In a metropolitan area of any significance, there are likely to be a dozen craft brewers vying for attention, and a mere visitor is mightily challenged to discern the local heroes from the disasters keeping their business afloat solely on the untainted palates of the hapless souls who have been shielded from all warnings. For this reason, I am always grateful for a guide.
Left to my own wobbly devices, I may or may not have found my way to Cellarmaker Brewing Co. on my current visit to San Francisco. Regardless, the urging of a trusted drinking buddy sat me on one of their stools tonight, and I am grateful for the intervention. The lack of personal accomplishment in finding my way there doesn’t bother me. I managed to order a Turok: Mosaic Hunter, a delicious IPA, without eagerly announcing to all within range that I knew all about the comic book to which the oddball name referred. That restraint was achievement enough for one evening.
Previous entries in this series can be found by clicking on the “Beers I Have Known” tag.