…if I were hung with a new rope.
To paraphrase one of my grandfather’s favorite gripes.
Lately, though, it seems the Silver Fox and I are able to walk into one of our preferred watering holes and complain about something.
Big Legrowlski: no Pallet Jack
Tanner Creek Tavern: inexplicably rotating Breakside IPA off their tap list
Even when we randomly wander into a “bar”. We were at the Safeway, buying lottery tickets and just happened into their taproom.
We were thrice rewarded.
First, they had Breakside. Naturally, we had to order one. It would be disloyal to not, right?
Secondly, they were $3 a pint. Unheard of! Normally, $5 is a good happy hour price. $6 is the accepted norm and $7 is “aren’t we precious” pricing.
Third, the Filipina Fox and her hubby just happened by and totally busted us day drinking in a friggin’ grocery store.
But we still found our way to a gripe.
There’s no head on this beer!
That was totally The Fox, BTW.
This observation was on our second beer – I mean, they’re $3 pints!! I had actually spent some time staring at the first two pints as they say there on the mat and The Fox chatted the bartender up over the realization that our tab was $6.
I’m getting them both, actually – The Fox
They’re only $3 each?!?
We’re gonna have to come back here!
And I’m just standing there wondering if it’s bad form to grab my pint and take a sip. So I happened to notice that there was a head on the glasses.
Regardless, they certainly hit the spot, I mean…we handily talked ourselves into a second pint. How could we not?
But I assured The Fox that there had been a head on the first pints and then we both made generic affirmation sounds for a minute or two. I think we were both searching our data banks for an explanation as to why beer loses its foam.
All of this came back to me today while I was having a beer with Diezel at Big Legrowlski. I had ordered a second pint while D nursed his first – he had to drive. One of my favorite bartendresses checked in on us a few minutes later to see how I liked the new beer I was reluctantly sipping.
I had commented that the back to back holiday weeks must have been good for them. Four of their 18 taps were empty. Halfway into my second beer, Boneyard had delivered five kegs and Owl X put four of them into immediate rotation. The IPA I was sipping was new to me, but from one of my favorite breweries, so where’s the risk?
Wow, look at that head!
That was all she had to say and I was immediately I was pulled back to the taproom in the Safeway.
For the record, it was a particularly creamy foam. It was like head plus, so I can see why Owl X was amazed when she saw it!
Ain’t no complaining about that!