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. 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