Getting my new brewing toy hasn't put me in a good enough mood to not bitch about everything, however. I am in a foul mood with various things. Let me air my grievences.
1. I stopped into a chain Irish Pub for a beer the other day. It was during one of the playoff games and it was packed. I ordered a Dale's Pale ALE. The bartender brought it to me in a girly Sam Adams glass. At first I figured that she might have been out of glasses, then I noticed that even all the women drinking beer had nice American Pints (tumblers) or British Pint glasses. Needless to say, I sent it back and then walked out when the bartender made a face at me. I would guess she is not a Cicerone. DON'T SERVE AN ALE IN A GIRL GLASS. I will not accept a flute, a pilsner glass, and definately not a girly Sam glass for an Ale. I barely tolerate a Sam Adams in the Sam Glass.
2. I was trying to get my hands on a 5 gallon keg of craft beer to christen my keggerator. No dice. Brekenridge Brewery didn't have anything I wanted in 5 gallon kegs. I almost bought 5 of their Avalance just to have something....but I just had my heart set on their Ballpark Brown Ale. This just makes me sad.
Well, life could be worse. I hope the weather is nice for brewing on Saturday. I need to keg some beer.
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