I remember years ago having lunch at that Zac Pelaccio place in the Meat Packing District, what was it called, 5 9th? It's so over now you can't believe it.
Anyhow, they had PBR on the menu, which I hadn't tasted in probably 20 years. I thought to myself, "Is my memory so poor that I have forgotten that PBR actually tasted good?" It seemed unlikely, but I bought one to try.
I can go another 20 years with a clear conscience.
I never understood how PBR had mysteriously transformed itself into hipster brew, particularly since it is still dreck. Edward McClelland, writing on the new Salon Food site, has cleared it all up. Pretty interesting story of clever and cynical marketing.
Anyhow, they had PBR on the menu, which I hadn't tasted in probably 20 years. I thought to myself, "Is my memory so poor that I have forgotten that PBR actually tasted good?" It seemed unlikely, but I bought one to try.
I can go another 20 years with a clear conscience.
I never understood how PBR had mysteriously transformed itself into hipster brew, particularly since it is still dreck. Edward McClelland, writing on the new Salon Food site, has cleared it all up. Pretty interesting story of clever and cynical marketing.