Beer Ticker Movie

Could be an interesting film.

Oddly, here we tend to call those who obsessively rate beer ‘tickers’. By this film’s definition, I suppose I am one since I do seek out new and interesting new beers, but I don’t do the whole ‘ratebeer’ or ‘beer advocate’ thing. I’m content to use the highly accurate Untappd 1-5 stars rating system.

FLIPPITYGRR

Apparently some ‘chick’ has decided to brew up a tasteless pink beer for the female market segment. There are so many reasons why this is wrong, but let’s just go with the most obvious: plenty of women like real beer*. Beer already comes in every style from so thick you can chew (hello Russian Imperial Stout) to so watered down it’s like making love in a canoe (insert MACRO BRAND X here). So why,then, is there a need for a women’s beer?

There isn’t.  It’s a marketing gimmick of the worst kind. The only pink beer I want is a Dieu du Ciel Hibiscus beer, which is pink because it has flowers in it.  

*and by ‘real beer’ I mean a properly hoppy West Coast IPA of course

Tomorrow Night - Broue Pub Brouhaha

Driving Like a Racecar Driver

So, the Indycar Honda thingee is about a week away and TPTB have decided to throw up the cage along Lake Shore Blvd mess early.  Lovely.  As if the LSB wasn’t already a disaster due to people diverting from the Gardiner construction, and the construction on the LSB, and the volume of people refusing to ‘ride the rocket’, which is less like a rocket and more like an extended portal to hell.

Great.  Now my already miserable drive gets to be along a corridor where I feel like I’m starring in ‘Death Race’ rather than commuting and I don’t even get Jason Statham to drool over, just some random idiots on their cell phones swerving lanes.

This experience gets:

3/5 pints

ps. I need to figure out how to add actual pint glasses for the rating.

Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.

Benjamin Franklin