...and I find it's much easier to acquire the beer.

For those of you who don't read blogs over the weekend, or have short memories as a result of decades spent huffing Liquid Wrench, my name is Todd and I'm the Head Honkey in Charge while Ubermilf is vacationing in the ghettos of East St. Louis.

My love affair with beer began at a rather late age. I hated it from childhood, because my grandfather always bought the cheapest beer on Earth. Upon sampling this swill, I was convinced beer was the elixir of Beelzebub. Funny, my grandfather was of full German heritage, but he drank shitty beer and had nothing against Jews. True story.

It was later, after I was actually old enough to legally drink, that I discovered the rich, complex deliciousness of a finely made import or domestic microbrewed beer. It almost makes me weep when I see people drinking nasty watered-down piss like Budweiser and Miller, swindled by their own ignorance into thinking that is how beer should taste.

I urge anyone who lives in a town that doesn't suck to go to a local brewpub or tavern and order a good beer. And if your town does suck and only offers mass-produced hop-and-grain-abortions, then move. You deserve better.