Thursday, January 20, 2011
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.