Despite all the beer we drink, beer nerds don't always say everything they’re thinking. At least, this beer nerd doesn't. So I thought it was time to crack an IPA to get the truth-juice flowing and get my beer confession on.
Sometimes I just want a basic light beer
There's a certain amount of judgment that comes with ordering something that's available in 30-packs when you're known among your peers as a "beer guy," or whatever. But dammit, sometimes I'm too full for anything else. Sometimes I wanna level off my drinking at the end of the night. And sometimes it just sounds appealing at that moment. I'm learning to be more OK with that.
Beer festivals can be exhausting
In theory the promise of hundreds of breweries pouring samples far and wide sounds thrilling, in practice it's often a tedious exercise in line-waiting that leaves you cranky, tired, and wet. Maybe that's just me. I have terrible luck with weather at those things.
I used to hate the things I now love
There was a time in my life when IPAs were revolting, double IPAs were doubly so, and my reaction to sour beer was, "That's a thing? That can't possibly be a thing! Oh wow this terrible… am I on a prank show? This can't possibly be a real beer!" Now the first thing I do with any beer menu is scan it for sours. The whole "acquired taste" thing isn't bullshit, I swear.
Homebrewing kind of terrifies me
I love to cook. I love to drink beer. Homebrewing seems like something I ought to be trying. But you can't make just a tiny bit of beer, so what often happens is you end up making a ton of bad-to-drinkable beer before you get it right, and you're forced to either drink up or pawn it all off on relatives/the mailman/unsuspecting woodland creatures. So many people are already making beer that's better than anything I'll make. I'm content to outsource the labor on this one.
The easier a beer is to get, the less I want it
I hate the whole "oh that brewery's huge now, it sold out" phenomenon. Beer's a tough game and people deserve to make money -- this is America! But I'm definitely guilty of gravitating towards the bright, shiny new things. When a previously difficult-to-attain West Coast brewery hits my market (Chicago), there's a rush of excitement followed by a dwindling of interest as it starts popping up in drugstores and airport bars. We always want what we can't have.