Oh God, I didn't realize how critical a good pint glass is to my enjoyment of brew. I'm trapped at my mother-in-laws moth ball smelling old lady smelling house for a week over Christmas.
This year I was smart. Brought my own brew but drinking out of these nasty glasses of hers I'm missing the usual ringing of my loins when enjoying a quality beer.
Didn't think it would matter much but either it does make a difference, I'm such a beer snob, or I'll find any excuse to criticize and despise a week in Hell. At least In Hell the food is fantastic!
This year I was smart. Brought my own brew but drinking out of these nasty glasses of hers I'm missing the usual ringing of my loins when enjoying a quality beer.
Didn't think it would matter much but either it does make a difference, I'm such a beer snob, or I'll find any excuse to criticize and despise a week in Hell. At least In Hell the food is fantastic!