I try my best not to be one and in most areas I'm successful.
I've met book snobs that look down on those who read and enjoy genre fiction. Those that think only books nominated for a Pulitzer or those who garner critical acclaim are worth their time.
I've met music snobs that believe any tune with a fiddle is lowbrow and only for rednecks.
I've even met culinary bigots that shun those of us who consider a grilled piece of meat the ultimate delicacy.
But I myself try not o judge. Hell I'll even sit at the supper table beside you while you scarf down a bowl of salad. If you wanna dance with the devil that's your business I say.
But ... life always comes down to the buts doesn't it ... I am a complete and utter snob in one facet of my life.
That's right folks. I am a beer snob.
I will and do look down upon those who cannot or will not step away from the mega million dollar domestics that bombard us with their cute advertisement during every sporting event. Their commercials may be funny but their brews are vastly inferior to dozens and dozens of other breweries around the world.
If I see you holding a can of of Coors, Bud, Millers, etc. I'm gonna think one of two things. Maybe even both. One you are lazy. Two your palate is deformed, destitute of taste, and downright despicable.
All those WEAK tasteless brews are the alcoholic equivalent of reality television. Neither of which is good for anything other than pissing away your time. (Uh oh, I think I just uncovered another snob zone)
Primarily I am a Shiner Bock man, but unlike marriage beer drinking is not an exercise in monogamy, so I like to try different partners. Sometime three or four different ones in a single night.
I scoff at those that drink the same beer night after night. Day after day. What about loyalty you ask?
To that I say ... Be loyal to your wife. Be loyal to your sports team. Be loyal to yourself, but don't apply loyalty to eight drink or food.
Yeah I like steak, but every once in a while I want a greasy fried pork-chop on my dinner plate.
And since I try all these different beers I have decided to occasionally post my thoughts and reviews here on this blog. it is my hope that I'll get a few of you to branch out and step away from the norm. And if you already do that then it is my hope that I'll save you a few bucks from buying a craft beer that sucks worse than a can of lukewarm Keystone. Because they are out there. I'll warn you now. My bias runs dark and heavy with a hearty alcohol content. I like a beer than lets my brain know things are a bit fuzzy after one or two not a twelve pack. The better I can see through a beer the less likely I am to enjoy it.
Here is my first review.
St Peters Organic English Ale
I bought a pint of this golden ale at World Market for 3.99. It had a strong smell and poured up with a mediocre head of maybe half an inch. A bit sweet at first taste but left a lingering bitterness in my mouth after I swallowed. I give it a 5 out of 10 and would not buy it again as there are lots of better brews available for a lower price. Though the off shaped green bottle is cool and the cap unique.
I also collect beer caps and plan to so make a bar top out of my varied collection so there are times when I buy a beer more for it's cap than for it's taste.