Kegs, pitchers, bottles….it’s all good!

In a corner of the area where we keep the beer, I saw that The Store recently got in a shipment of Leinenkugel’s, which is a small brewery in Wisconsin. I liked this stuff when I had it in college, but I’ve never seen it here, so that’s pretty nifty. (There really is something to be said for Wisconsin, a land where the major food groups are beer, cheese and sausage.)

Now, if only I could find Yuengling’s in Buffalo, I’d truly be happy on the beer front. (And I know I should practice what I preach and taste the locals. I still haven’t got around to drinking any Flying Bison yet. I’m not sure why The Store doesn’t carry it.)

As long as I’m babbling about beer, I should talk about my preferred drinking glasses for the stuff. I have a nice, thick glass engraved with the Killian’s Irish Red logo that I bought at the Coors Brewery; I like that glass a lot, although it’s pretty heavy and the handle is only large enough for me to get three fingers through. Then there’s the authentic German stein that a certain room-mate brought back from college for me, but that one’s just a bit too nice to drink from – the thing’s an actual work of art – so it stays on one of my bookshelves. (That, and when I drank from it, I was always afraid that if I had a few too many, I’d start clunking myself in the face with the stein’s open lid.) My favorite glasses for actual drinking are a pair my sister bought for me. I’m not sure where she got them (some catalog, I imagine), but the handles are wide enough for a good, four-fingered grip; the base is thick and heavy while the glass at the top become pleasantly thin (and with no lip), making for nice balance; and the sides are engraved with the delightful health:

“Fill up the goblet,

Let it swim in foam,

that overlooks the brim;

He that drinks deepest,

Here’s to him!”

I love that. It makes me want to take a long and deep draught, dance a jig, and go beat the crap out of an Englishman.