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The Joyful Drinker: Welcome Back Beer

18.05.12

Because it was summertime, rosé ran like water — at two euros per glass or 10 euros for a carafe, any beer lover would have temporarily fallen for the coral-colored beverage culled from the land below. Emphasis on temporarily. Now, nothing was wrong with the wine. The rosés I had did just what they were supposed to do — chipper and young, they flirted with the palette, bouncing from tangy to sweet. And yet, as human beings are wont to do, I found myself searching for greener grass. One evening at the local bar, I scanned the brew options. They were slim: Heineken or Kronenbourg. Pale lager or pale lager.

I got by. My grandmother has a name for people who leave home looking for what they left behind: stupid. I knew better than to go to Provence looking for a major craft beer scene. I didn’t expect it, and I wasn’t disappointed when it was indeed absent. That didn’t help my homesickness, however. I didn’t know you could miss a beer. My heart went out for St. Bernardus Abt 12. I really missed it. I longed for it.

Source: Atlanta Intown