Summer edition, as they say, of Corona. That’s right, it was in a recycling can. Maybe folks should buy beer they don’t want to throw away…? Anyhow, cleaned it good, poured it out, drank it.
Another case –no actually, a single –of leaving a good bottle in the pack when you throw it out. In Santa Cruz I caught this Angry Orchard in the guy’s recycling bin. It’s brewed by Boston (Samuel Adams). I feel like I should do a lengthy, useless video like those cats do on youtube about beers that you’d never ever need to review…
Anyhow I drank the errant Angry Orchard for the first time, warm like I tend to do, and it was like drinking a soda at the same time as a gross cheap beer. Turn the label around and wouldn’t you know, it’s got almost as much sugar in it as a friggin soda. Yuck! Soda is bad for you, kids! Roadbeers are the meaning of life!
Let’s talk about the mouthfeel. Again, sugary, syrupy, not good. Like a lot of American beers, not really fizzy but like liquid sand, or granulated pellets of solid gasoline, like my friend and I were saying when we tried a Steel Reserve Hard Pineapple last weekend –as research for my next novel!
I never eat sweets so I’m pretty sure I can TASTE the high-fructose corn syrup in shit, particularly in Pabst, High Life, these kinds of gross beers, when I feel like increasing my vow of poverty or find myself at a show.
My savage neighbor about two blocks down is always chucking empties into the azalea and I chase after them often. After a few weeks off I finally went burrowing under the azalea and what have we here amongst the redeemable container weight but Tecate Light.
Turns out I got two; photographed the one with the ruined top before I realized the second one was there. Due to the lack of fizz and therefore feeling that the can was less than full, I must’ve mistaken the damaged one for an empty and only known at first that I had the one intact can but switched them when I arrived … uhh … at the park.
Anyhow, that’s like, what, 23 since I’ve been counting. Road beers!
In related news, I also acquired a large plastic can of protein powder a few years ago, yknow, with all the lifting I do, but have been trepidatious about trying it. Turns out it’s still good. Roadtein!
2-Strats and Cornhouse visit the local getting place and experience perception and stuff.
Totally forgot about this one until I was reorganizing my stuff. 2-Strats tells Dicknose, who doesn’t actually listen when you talk to him, to make him Rodka. The half-measure taken by the forgetful Dicknose is turns out to be a real cocktail. Dated 5.12.
I’m not gonna lie, I backed off on this one.
One reliable spot to get redeemable materials on a Sunday morning is the parking lot at the Convention Center’s indoor soccer field. Someone needs to learn to finish a handle! Anyone’s jonesing, I’m sure it’s still there.