Brew dating on beer bottles
The obsessive-compulsive disorder that saw teenage me endlessly twisting doorknobs and cracking my knuckles is mostly in check, except for one tick I can’t quite quit: Checking the packaging date on beer cans and bottles.
It's not such a bad thing, though, mainly because my mania is centered on IPAs.
So I resorted to doing what any obsessed fan would do: import bottles.
When I’m in Houston, as I am this week, I drink you, Yellow Rose, as often as possible.
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Yellow Rose, you have been my menu beer (a beer to drink while perusing the menu), my go-to beer whenever I’m at a place that has you on tap, and a serious vexation to me whenever I’m at a place that doesn’t.
I have chosen where to eat based on your availability. But then I moved, Yellow Rose, away from the lovely home we call Texas, to a place far away and, sadly devoid of your incredible elixir: Brooklyn.