Some Words

After getting home from work tonight I made myself a drink. It was a sidecar, which was delicious. Two of the three ingredients of the sidecar are not in my basic bar setup (or weren’t, Cointreau has convinced me of the value a good orange liqueur, there will be no decent into triple sec). Drink in hand, I sat down for a good long read.

This went well, but after a while, I felt like getting another drink. I didn’t want another cocktail, but my options after that were limited. I didn’t feel like scotch, which is my usual non cocktail standby. Then I realized that there was beer in the refrigerator. For whatever reason, I have not been drinking much beer at all. I don’t know that I’d had a beer in months. Normally in the winter I’ll have a few stouts and porters. I always feel that these are good beers to try out. I rarely return to one or another, there are simply too many varieties to be pinned down to one winter beer.

A friend had brought over a six pack on my birthday. I was Stella Artois, a beer I have spent most of my life mocking. The ads they show in the local movie theaters have not helped this cause. Still, there were four bottles, and lacking another alternative, I opened one. It was then that I was reminded why I don’t like Stella. It is my considered opinion that Stella Artois is not beer. It is Eurosweat. If you were to tour the brewery, you would find many large hary Europeans with funnels attached to them. These funnels would carry their sweat, soon to be labeled “Stella Artois” into a vat, for processing.

The sad fact is that I’ve polished off the bottle anyway. Mmmmm… Eurosweat…