Even though this blog is supposed to document the experience of drinking PBR for year, I could not forgo this following story.
Over the weekend the Westboro Baptist Church, the far right-wing institution out of Topeka, Kansas known for their extreme views that are often expressed through their colorful signs fresh out of Kinko’s, have visited Park Slope to voice their intolerance for the diverse state of the Brooklyn community.
Nevertheless, many of Brooklyniates have showed up with their own signs, which were nothing short of clever. Check them out.
The credit for the pictures goes to “Fucked in Park Slope”, one of the blogs I follow. You can check out the whole story and more pictures on their site. Just follow the link:
dog loves fags (source: FIPS)
jesushad2dads (source: FIPS)
Eloquently put (not from Brooklyn)
As some of you might know, I just recently moved to a neighborhood in Brooklyn so naturally not knowing the area I had to find a “go to” store where I’ll be able to get Pabst for over the next 11.5 months. The search has proven to be not as easy as I anticipated.
First, the grocery cooperative I am a part of in Park Slope does not carry any sub quality brew (the store actually happens to carry the spectacular Dale’s Pale Ale). Thus the place where I get groceries and work for 2 hours every month had to be crossed off the list. However, one of the advantages of being a member of the co-op is you can request items, so perhaps an inquiry shall be made at a later date.
Since the co-op did not carry the beer, I had to revert to exploring corner stores, which are so common in Brooklyn. The closest store to my brownstone, “Ace Supermarket”, was just right around the corner. The storefront looked promising, with combination of beer posters and stickers all over it. It should be noted that Pabst sticker did occupy a prominent place among this collection of posters. However, upon further examination, Pabst was nowhere to be found within the store. I did go to the extent of calling the store owner out about the false advertising, but the only response I got was a surprisingly polite gesture showing me the exit.
So after the frustrating experience in the “Ace Supermarket”, I moved on onto “Key Food.” This store actually resembled a supermarket I got so accustomed to living in Denver for 10 years. The store was larger than the average NYC shop and organized in a manner any Safeway would with well lit isles and many familiar brands. After searching through stacks of processed foods, I finally stumbled upon the beer isle. At first, PBR was nowhere to be found, but after a closer look, I finally found a 12-pack stashed away under the several six packs of Dog Fish brews. On the side note, it did seem as the store was embarrassed to show that they carried Pabst. All in all, $7.99 later, I proudly carried my first 12-pack in Park Slope out of the store. Bingo!
A GREEN LIGHT on “Key Food”:
THE BLACKLIST so far:
Park Slope Food Coop
The Corner Store
Source: Some dude posted on Flickr
Can’t say I am completely responsible for that, but evidently I am not the only one embracing Pabst. Check out FreeWilliamsburg feature below and a Chicago Business article for more detail.
“Hipsters, it’s long been known, have led the charge in making PBR such a powerhorse in the shitty piss-water beer market. But when did this all start?” – freewilliamsburg.com
Ironically and unfortunately for me, Tyler, my buddy from work who held the draft at his place, had a party a Saturday before the draft and as a result he had one full keg of Coors Light left over. On any other occasion, I would have taken a full advantage of the free adult beverage on tap, but this time I had to look for other alternatives.
After playing out several scenarios in my head, including the one where I would run out and get a six pack for myself and then pretend like it was not a big deal, I finally decided that in order to make it interesting, I would have to make up a rule to follow.
As the result, that night, I decided to stick to two rules. First, I would not tell anyone about the Pabst diet and second I would not resort to BS’ing to back up the fact that I was the only one drinking tap water out of a Coors beer cup.
To my disappointment, nothing worthy to write about had happened, but I decided that every now and then I will come up with some outrageous rule to follow when Pabst is not on tap.
As far as the draft is concerned, I ended up picking up AP, Antonio Gates, Steve Slaton, and Wes Welker for my squad in the league with the max payout of $750.