My Grandmother thought beer tasted like "horse piss!" (In retrospect, one wonders how she came to that knowledge.) Nanny preferred Gin and Orange Juice (an Orange Blossom to bartenders) with "not too much belly-wash."
In the Boston Globe today, I'm reading these words*,
"Order a pint at your local pub today, and you might very well be sipping a brew also made with elephant dung, candy bars, or, in the case of one New Hampshire brewery, the head of a wild boar.
WTF? Elephant dung? If this isn't compelling evidence of a world gone awry, I don't know what is.
They say that Millennials like to keep trying new things so the brewers are just trying to keep up with the demand for something new.
Well, I don't know what you call something that features coffee beans found in elephant excrement, fermented skittles, kelp or road kill, but it ain't beer.
I love bacon as much as the next guy, but this is too much! |
*Globe article by Dugan Arnett "Seaweed, Skittles, and bear meat. Do you know what’s in your beer?"
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