Once again, Veronica returned from a trip to the liquor store with a new beer for me to try. Unlike the last time, this one was pretty good!
May 102010
Apr 112010
Emmy isn’t the only one who can be counted on to post a picture of a beer every once in a while. I just haven’t kept track of how many 
And for the record, Veronica picked up just this 1 bottle for me, which is a good thing, because I didn’t like it at all…
Sep 122009
My fellow Hot Dad Tent Camper wrote a post extolling the virtues of Samuel Adams Boston Lager and inspired this post.
Anyone who knows me knows that I enjoy relaxing with a good beer. And I’m a beer snob, too. None of that American pilsner crap for me! Wachusett Nut Brown Ale. Pete’s Wicked Ale.
The astute reader might recognize the title of this post as a marketing slogan of The Boston Beer Co, maker of Samuel Adams Boston Lager. 15 years ago, I had a chance meeting with Jim Koch, the founder of Samuel Adams, and this is that story.
At the time I was a graduate student, working as a fitness instructor and personal trainer at an athletic club, which was right across the street from a local FM rock radio station. Numerous station employees were members of the athletic club and I knew some of them pretty well, including the sports guy from the morning show.
Each year, the station runs a food drive called “Lend a helping can” the week of Thanksgiving. From that Monday-Wednesday the entire morning show team lives in an RV in the parking lot of a local supermarket and collects donations which they then distribute to food pantries, homeless shelters, etc. The Boston Beer Co got involved by donating the use of one of their 48 ft. truck trailers to collect all of the donations in.
One morning that week [I think it was 1994, could have been 1995] I decided to stop by, donate a few cans and say hi to my friend the morning sports guy. Little did I know that I was stopping by at the same time that Jim Koch was making a live promotional appearance!
I park my car and walk up to where the RV and remote broadcast truck are parked and see my friend and some of the other morning show guys chatting with another man. Who has a beer in his hand, at 7:30 in the morning! My friend breaks away from the group and comes over to say hi to me. I ask who the early morning drinker is and he says “Oh, you don’t recognize him? That’s Jim Koch!”
Jim’s a friendly guy, saying hi to people dropping off canned goods and making small talk. My friend introduces me to him and we spend a few minutes chatting. I wish I could remember what we talked about or relay some funny anecdote about the meeting, but my memory is failing me!
All I know is I got to meet the man behind my favorite beer, and he was a genuinely nice guy.
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Busy weekend ahead of us! Among other things Veronica and I have a first date with a couple on Saturday night. She bought some new lingerie for the occasion and I can’t wait to see it on her. Maybe I’ll even take a picture of her in it and at least put it on Twitter. It pays to be a follower sometimes
Have a great weekend!
Jul 292009
Recently I was in the liqour store and couldn’t resist picking up some Arrogant Bastard Ale. With a name like that, how could I?
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become a bit of a beer snob. Once upon a time Milwaukee’s Best, Geneseo Light and Pabst Blue Ribbon might the primary criteria for consumption- they were cheap. Now, I couldn’t stand to drink one of those, much less Budweiser, Coors, Miller, etc. My adviser in graduate school was partial to Michelob Ultra. We used to tease him that he might as well drink water.
So as I draft my HNT this evening and browse the early-bird posters, I’ll be enjoying the last Arrogant Bastard Ale in my fridge. And maybe I’ll break open the Samual Adams Irish Red that Veronica brought home for me today.
