(actual conversation with a reader)
“Your blog is getting really lame.”
“I know I haven’t been posting a lot. What sort of stuff would you like to see in the blog that would bame it better?”
“Anything but what you’re posting.”
Well shit, with constructive criticism like that, I can really gauge what’s on the minds of the beer-oriented public. Personally, I don’t want to write a lame blog; there are enough of those out there already. But that’s why comments are enabled.
After writing about beer on a regular basis for over a year, it gets tough to think of new topics and takes. There is nothing I’d like more than input and subject suggestions from readers, but it’s pretty rare. On the day ebaum’s world linked to us, we had 3400 visitors. 3 left a comment.
So please, dear faithful, I want to know what you guys are interested in. I need your ideas. A vague put-down doesn’t exactly help me make things more interesting.
Let’s use that rant as the worst segue in the world, and get to today’s topic, which is the extreme beer debate. Over the last few years, the trend in microbrewing, and microbrew distribution, has been toward ludicrously strong, comically bitter beers that strangle you with hop vines and leave you unable to drive home. These Imperial Pilseners, Imperial IPAs Quadruple bocks, and dubbel barley wines are simultaneously being heralded as the new revolution in American craft brewing and the scourge of the beer culture.
Personally, I don’t view beer as vehicle with which to demonstrate my machismo. I also don’t see it as a bullet-train delivering alcohol to my bloodstream as rapidly as possible. If I need a fast buzz that badly, vodka would be the superior choice.
Beer is social. When I’m out with my friends, it’s far preferable to order several glasses of a weaker “session” beer that’s perfectly brewed to style than a rosin-saturated alcohol bomb.
I guess I just like my nights to last longer than twenty minutes. Hey barkeep! Another Pilsener, and make sure there’s nothing imperial about it.