Evan!
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So the wife and I drove an hour and a half on Saturday to Farmville, VA, to visit this massive furniture compound. The furniture was hyper-expensive, but we did find a nice discounted persian rug (8'x10' for $550...I had no idea persians were so expensive!) Anyway, when we got to Farmville, it was lunchtime, so we went into this restaurant that was part of the "compound". It was sort of like a pub-ish "family restaurant" kind of place. Anyway, the food wasn't bad, but when the waiter comes to the table, I ask him what kind of beer they have.
He says, "name it", with this smirk that radiated pride.
Suspecting that, while this guy seemed proud of their beer selection, they probably had nothing more uncommon than Rolling Rock, I say, "Well, what do you have".
He says, again, "name it", with the same smirk. Now, I didn't want to blow a circuit in this idiot's mainframe, so I wasn't about to say "How about Maredsous or Westvleteren". So I ask him what kind of stouts they have.
"Guinness in a can". Oh. Like I suspected.
I ask him what kind of IPA's they have. As the proud smirk fades from his mug, he stumbles a bit before mumbling something about Stella.
Pissed off, but at least glad that I shot the smug ******* down a few rungs, I settled on a Guinness just so that I could end the conversation. Now, it's been years since I bothered drinking Guinness, and I had forgotten just how tasteless it was. I mean...WOW! It's like...foamy water. What the hell? There's no roastiness, no nothing. Just black, foamy water. I'd have been better off with Stella, which, while pretty devoid of taste, isn't as tasteless as Guinness.
Bah, I say, Bah! What a joke that all was. And the worst part is that the weak-ass 3.4% or whatever didn't even get me a buzz, which is precisely what I needed, going into a massive furniture store with the wife. Buncha BS. What is wrong with people?
He says, "name it", with this smirk that radiated pride.
Suspecting that, while this guy seemed proud of their beer selection, they probably had nothing more uncommon than Rolling Rock, I say, "Well, what do you have".
He says, again, "name it", with the same smirk. Now, I didn't want to blow a circuit in this idiot's mainframe, so I wasn't about to say "How about Maredsous or Westvleteren". So I ask him what kind of stouts they have.
"Guinness in a can". Oh. Like I suspected.
I ask him what kind of IPA's they have. As the proud smirk fades from his mug, he stumbles a bit before mumbling something about Stella.
Pissed off, but at least glad that I shot the smug ******* down a few rungs, I settled on a Guinness just so that I could end the conversation. Now, it's been years since I bothered drinking Guinness, and I had forgotten just how tasteless it was. I mean...WOW! It's like...foamy water. What the hell? There's no roastiness, no nothing. Just black, foamy water. I'd have been better off with Stella, which, while pretty devoid of taste, isn't as tasteless as Guinness.
Bah, I say, Bah! What a joke that all was. And the worst part is that the weak-ass 3.4% or whatever didn't even get me a buzz, which is precisely what I needed, going into a massive furniture store with the wife. Buncha BS. What is wrong with people?