At 10am in a negative 5 degree cold, David and I were enjoying our first ice-cold PBRs of the day. After much of my personal anticipation, we were finally at the “beach”, also known as the A-Basin’s parking lot famous for BBQing and its vibrant scene. This morning the scene wasn’t so lively due to the frigid morning temperatures. Just to give you an idea of how cold, the beer backwash that sometimes settles right next to the can opening was freezing within one minute’s time.
Pabst makes appearance at the Beach
Snowboarding was not as pleasant as I expected. The weather was so frigid that every time we rode down the mountain, our faces were battered with the arctic air. Continue reading
Sights of the Night
As I was sinking the last cup to win the beer pong game, I realized that out the 12 pack of PBRs I brought with me to Tyler’s party, only 3 beers were remaining. I have reached a new low high. I am now the most welcomed guest at any social gathering because I bring my own alcohol. Naturally, I brought my own 12 pack so I could play beer pong. Just for the record, Jordan, one of my fellow accountants, and I went 2-0 on the night. That makes us Indianapolis Colts or New Orleans Saints of Tyler’s house where we are 6-0.
As I have committed myself to drinking the beer that embraces the saying “best value for the buck”, some beer enthusiasts in the community are looking for an alternative. Continue reading
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
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.