Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Sam Adams brewer crafts full-bodied prose
In a man's life, there are many beers. Sloshed into red plastic cups or sipped out of icy cans, they blur into one frothy river of suds.
But I clearly remember my first bottle of Sam Adams, though I drank it 31 years ago this month.
I was visiting a former college roommate, Didier, in Boston. Di is Belgian, and Belgians know beer. He had already introduced me to Chimey, the Trappist ale.
We found ourselves at a campus hangout, Grendel's Den.
"You have to try this new beer," he said.
We ordered Samuel Adams Boston Lager, which had gone on sale the month before, the pipe dream of a sixth generation brewer.
Not too dark, like Guinness, a bite, but not too much. It tasted like ...
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