February 22, 2007
Mixed blessings
Posted by pete at February 22, 2007 12:08 AMOur local Kroger has been sprucing up lately, apparently to make itself more palatable to all the folks who are moving into our neighborhood and tearing down 60-year old houses to put up overpriced money pits. Aside from some cosmetic changes (and a tortilleria, perhaps to ward off future H.E.B. incursions), I've noted one distinct improvement. Namely, the addition of these to the beer aisle:
The Stone Brewing Company is one of the many reasons I want to move to San Diego.
Of course, there can be no sinug without suffering, as Spalding Gray once said. So they also had to make space for this:
The Wife was raised in Western Pennsylvania, so she knows better than to go near that abomination. Where's the damn Yuengling?
Hey you can’t have everything.
Don’t feel so bad about the Vitamin Y. It took what felt like centuries before I started to see it in New York City bars and supermarkets. And we’re right next door to PA. There are definitely some weirdo distribution rules at work in that department.
iron $hitty? i would not water my plants with that.
EasternPA beer is much better
Hey, at least it’s not the vat scrapings sold as Rolling Rock “33: The number of ingredients we couldn’t identify”
I used to keep an Iron City beer can (empty) with a picture of the Pittsburgh Steelers on it after they won one of their Super Bowls. I think I musta tossed it about a decade or so ago cause it’s not in my hope chest anymore.
Aw, you can almost hear the “ting!” on that sparkle on the Iron City can.
Where to start….
Iron Shitty Beer is indeed one of the worst. Ironically (or coincidently) it does have a metallic taste.
Arrogant Bastard is a GREAT reason to move to San Diego. It’s probably the best beer I’ve ever had. They just came out with an Oaked variety that also comes highly recommended. I was amazed that California could produce such a beer.
Yuengling isn’t that much better. It’s a serviceable beer, but not good. It beats Iron Shitty, but it couldn’t carry the Bastard’s jock strap.
Where’s the Chief Oshkosh?