Craft Beer connoisseur: guilty pleasures
Like any self-respecting beer geek, I have principles; namely that I will never consciously choose to drink a mass-produced lager. These abominations, with their bland flavours and cardboard aroma are the very antithesis of everything I hold dear. Even being near a six-pack causes me to come out in a rash
Nonetheless, after a particularly extravagant craft beer excursion last month, I must confess to feeling overwhelmed by the array of tastes, flavours and sensations. In my delirious state, I decided that the answer to my woes lay in a pint of *shudders* Kronenbourg.
Retreating to the corner of the pub out of shame, I slurped down the gassy liquid, nervously glancing over my shoulder for fear of being seen. What’s worse, the pint actually hit the spot, leaving me feeling remarkably refreshed and satisfied.
I now question my very existence.
