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. Monday nights we went to The Cabin. We went other nights too, but Monday was when The Cabin featured Imports Night, cutting the prices of their imported beer and offering a chance to check them off on a little card until enough had been purchased and consumed to claim the trophy of a little glass mug. In Stevens Point, Wisconsin, in the early nineteen-nineties, this is what passed for high, erudite living, at … Continue reading Beers I Have Known: Foster’s

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. Some beers I know well. Some beers, on the other hand, I’ve seen the twisted metal and cracked pavement they inflict in the delectable car crash of their consumption. My friend Scott was ahead of his time, an erudite connoisseur of the vast spectrum of high-quality beer well before the craft brewing boom. At our urging, he once provided a list of his ten favorite beers of all time, and I remember puzzling … Continue reading Beers I Have Known: Skull Splitter

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. I’m fairly certain that the first time I heard of Rolling Rock, the pale lager issued by Pennsylvania’s Latrobe Brewing Company, was in Ed Haynes song “Splash.” Haynes describes encountering a drunk at a Blue Movie concert at San Francisco’s Haight Street Fair. Heavily inebriated on Mickey’s Big Mouth, the drunk winds up vomiting in the midst of the crowd, causing all around to “give him a lot of elbow room.” This causes … Continue reading Beers I Have Known: Rolling Rock