|My boyfriend turned me into a beer snob. It’s totally true. I used to be perfectly content ordering a Bud Light, felt slightly classier with a Shiner, and became elated when I could find $2 PBR on tap. But now I snub my nose at all of these (although I’ll begrudgingly drink one if nothing else is available).|
Thanks to JT, my beer palate has become nothing short of snobby. Unless it’s from a craft brewery, with an ABV is higher than 7%, I’m walking away. Most beer sections at stores are just not up to par, and there’s a serious shortage of Dogfish Head in Dallas. This has forced me to frequent Whole Foods and Central Market way more often than I’d like. Adding even more yuppie to snobbery, we’ve begun purchasing large bottles and assembling our own six-packs.
So what is one to do when faced with just a few more hours on Earth? Continue reading