Random, unorganized thoughts on a good year in craft beer:
-Sometimes, when it's really hot outside, all I want is an imperial stout and I think it's because I can't have it.
-I don't like having my face torn off by a hurricane of bitterness unless there's some sort of tasty payoff.
-You could barrel age my bathwater and I'd buy it. But if it's no good, and I paid over 10 bucks for the bottle, I'll shake my fist and curse you.
-I've pretended to like beer because the beer snobs around me liked it. And I've pretended to not like beer because they hated it. I'm not proud of this and I won't do it anymore.
-Kwak sucks.
-Hill Farmstead beer is the best beer in the history of the universe.
-I could drink Great Lakes Disturbing the Peach every day.
-Bellwoods Roman Candle and any of Great Lakes' IPAs are as good as, or better than, any IPAs out there (including Jai Alai) and why aren't they canning that stuff?
-Despite the tsk tsks of many, I like to drink my beer a little bit colder than they do and I don't care.
-Aged Orval is one of the best beers I've ever tasted. Young Orval is one of the worst.
-I puke in my mouth a little bit every time anyone says the words session, quaffable or boss.
-I try and I try but I can't get excited about pilsner in any way.
You're welcome.
So, what are your confessions from 2012?
