Do you ever have those days where all you want is to crack open a brewski, sit down with a sigh, and enjoy the hoppy taste of an IPA? Oh man, on Saturday I was jonesing for a good beer. Tired from staying out late to celebrate my birthday, waking up early for class, and attending yet another brutal session of guilt-ridden God-finding with my 19 year old friends in the religious youth group, all I wanted was to sit down and sip on some cerveza. Saturday was a long day.
As was custom, after the God hour and snack time, the “cool” kats in the youth group decided to head to Applebee’s for some late night snacking. I’m not sure I’m actually one of the cool kids or more like a chaperone, but I hopped into Manuel’s car and we cruised down to Zona Viva. Cervecita was on my mind. In the restaurant, everyone ordered foo-foo shakes except me, the rebel without a cause. I looked at the waiter imploringly and said, “Un Gallo, por favor.”
Fifteen minutes later, out came elegantly shaped glasses full of milky liquid with pineapple-maraschino cherry garnishes on top. I about despaired, had he not heard my urgent request for a beer? But no, up came a waitress with a pint glass and bottle of the Gallo for me. Oh, how I had forgotten that seductive (ahem) color of the Gallo Cerveza. How could I have forgotten its rich, near-water taste! (Alas, where was my beloved 1554 from New Belgium Brewing Company?) Well, when there is little else, even the Gallo tastes good. Maybe not quite as good as Dave’s homebrew or the
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If anyone from home is reading this, please after a long, hard day, crack open a New Belgium, MacKenzie River, Deschutes, Missoula Brewing Company, home brew, or any other microbrew and savor that delicious flavor for me. Thank you.