Gross beers and Kilts: a view from the outside

          Beer has always been a complex topic for me. In terms of flavor, there are moments when I readily agree with Randall Munroe's opinion on it, but by the same token, there are beers that I have come to genuinely enjoy. Today's beer, the Kulshan du Saison, had at K2 here in Bellingham, falls very clearly in the former category, probably more so that most beers I have ever had. It was pretty gross. It coated my tongue like metal flakes and rotting green apples. 

In terms of my palate, beer generally falls into two categories:

Beer that tastes good to me;
Beer that does not taste good to me, but probably tastes good to other people;

          I make it a point to understand that things that I do not enjoy might be enjoyable to other people. Even things like Steel Reserve and 4Loko have a certain demographic that enjoys them, it just happens to not be me. However, my experience has prompted me to add a third category to my Proprietary Beer Rankings(PBR'S):

Beer that is in fact/or at least appropriately comparable to cat pee.

Kulshan, I love all the beers you have made. Just fix that one.


Additional:

          I ordered a new kilt last week since I had outgrown* my previous one and I've been wearing it to keep things fresh**. I was out less than an hour and as soon as I got home, my sister texted me that a friend had texted her that I was "Straight BAMF" after seeing me out of her car window. I had to look up that term to find out what it means because apparently I'm 67 years old and cant keep up with the street lingo.

-Will A






Editor's Notes:
* Got too fat for
** Couldn't be bothered to wash any real pants