I happened to have an impromptu meeting with
AneLyn on Sunday at the
Winking Lizard. We happened to be meeting up on some top secret business we were doing.
First, it is important to note that she did add a beer to her
world tour. She has also come up against the road block of the last dozen or so beers. There are beers that she has been avoiding throughout the tour - ones she has NO desire to drink. Well, the time has come. I suggested starting out with one or two really nasty ones at the start of each visit and just ending with her favorite beer - even if it is not on the tour.
Speaking of not on the tour, the beer of the month is
Sierra Nevada's Summerfest. I had asked the waiter about the beer, and although he was very cute, he asked "Do you drink
Miller Lite?" with a crappy little edge I didn't particularly like.
At any rate, I do drink Miller Lite. I also really like
Sierra Nevada Pale Ale (one of my first forays into pale ale). To be honest, my favorite beer style besides Guinness (see below) is
India Pale Ale. I like the
kickiness of it.
I had faith that the folks at Sierra Nevada Brewing would not let me down. Besides, you got a companion
pilsner glass with the purchase. I decided to go for it. It was a great beer. It has the nice easy quality of a light beer, with
kickiness of a pale ale. Sierra Nevada got it right. It was a Sunday afternoon in the sun beer if I ever had one.
The moral of this story, drink the
Summerfest, and don't let cute waiters deter you.
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Guinness - now I know you are thinking it is not a beer style because Guinness is a
stout and that is beer style. Let all of us be honest. If you have ever been to Ireland and had a Guinness, you know that it is a category to itself.
You might be saying that you have had Guinness and the place that serves it takes a lot of pride and they serve a lot of Guinness. I am glad you are drinking the good stuff. However, anyone who has set foot in the Emerald Isle (even the British bit that is attached in the North) and put a pint of the black stuff to their lips can tell you.
Anything that rolls too far from
St. James's Gate - well it is just an immigrant to that country - not a native.