At San Francisco Brewing Company:
I grab Marie’s glass and drag it toward me. “It smells like you squeezed a whole lemon.” I take a sip. “That’s way too sour! You should get another one.”
“Nobody can squeeze that much lemon.”
“The lemon is only there to cut the taste of the unfiltered yeast.”
“Take a sip of mine. It tastes great!” I offer.
“Excuse me,” Marie asks the waitress, “This Hefeweizen is bad. Can you have them replace it with the beer Terry is drinking.
“No, Hefeweizen is supposed to taste like that,” the waitress replies.
“Hefeweizen and me have shared a lot of time together. I know Hefe, and this is no Hefe.”
“I’ll ask the bartender and see what I can do.”
“See,” I point out, “You should have just ordered what I did. I have great taste in beer!”
“Wait, didn’t you make Andrei order your beer?”
Andrei laughs, “Shouldn’t you be saying, you have great taste in friends who have great taste in beer?”
No, I should have said, I have great taste in friends. Full stop. 😉
Beer is good.