By Dan O’Shea
I am no beer expert. I do love to drink beer, many different kinds of beer, at all hours and under any conditions. I love trying new craft beers, and the fact that an exciting new craft beer scene is brewing (yep, I said it) here in Chicago has me just about bursting out of my skin.
I will admit, not that I need to after saying all that, to being a beer nerd. But, a beer expert I am not. I say this so that you know I’m not the guy who can accurately delineate every flavor of a particular beer from first taste to finish, or who can analyze the difference between the way one beer pours versus another, or who learns something valuable from a beer’s head, or lack thereof, when poured.
I am the guy who still sometimes calls craft beers “microbrews,” a habit which I think marks me as the 40-plus-year-old uncool guy I am.
However, I think I’m fairly representative of the modern beer drinker, someone with an abundance of interest and a distinct lack of formal beer education and expertise, but who knows what he likes, and will make the effort to seek it out rather than drinking Bud or Miller (except at the ball game, though even at The Cell and Wrigley these days, a craft beer lover doesn’t have to slum it if he doesn’t want to).
I say these things not in defense. There are plenty of beer experts out there – they don’t need me. I say these things mainly just so you know where I’m coming from when I tell you what I did with my weekend.
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Posted on February 3, 2012