Well, the 16th was my first wedding anniversary. We’re celebrating it today by holding a clambake. Shitty weather for it, bute we’ll cope.
So it’s off to Beers of the World for a couple of cases. I’m tempted to go with American micros since I haven’t been giving them their due lately. Maybe Dogfish Head or something from Great Divide. What goes well with clams?
Anyway, Last night after the Rhinos game, I stopped by the Park Avenue Pub, a fine dining restaurant where a friend of mine bartends. As is fitting for a place whose entrees hover around $20 per dish, the wine list was excellent and extensive.
But the beer choices sucked.
Heineken, Stella, Labatt Blue, Bud, Coors Light. This beer menu belongs at a baseball stadium, not a place of gastronomy. Why is beer always so totally ignored by chefs? There’s a whole world of it out there, and you’re stuck with Coors light to complement your Crispy Skinned Maple Leaf Farms Boneless Duck Breast. Gimme a place with a beer cellar, thanks very much. Oh, and waiter, you don’t have to open it at my table. I have a keychain for that.