I’m not a beer girl. But I have a lot of guy friends who are total beer snobs. They love their microbrews and beer tastings and have a complete vocabulary for how a beer feels. And they want me to be a part of it. They want me to love beer, too. But I can’t.
No matter what beer they slide across the bar to me—be it a chocolate stout or watermelon wheat—it just tastes heavy and gross.
It’s an amber carbonated mess.