Last night at Old Boys Brewhouse, we couldn’t help but hear the guy at the table next to us inquire loudly, “Do you have any real beer?”. He was disappointed by the plethora of lovingly, locally brewed beer on the menu. The waitress kept any thoughts to herself, smiled and replied, “We do have Miller Lite.”
“Oh great! I’ll have that.”
Real beer? No, the guy was looking for comfort water. Something common. Familiar. Bland. Nothing wrong with that. But good for a laugh.
Me? I was drinking “real water”. I had 900 calories saved up and I wasn’t spending it on beer tonight. Friday night, the weekend specials had begun. Jalapeño brisket popper rolls, a grilled, thin pork chop and special baked beans won my calories. Another flavorful, perfect meal.
Stopping by the fisherman’s pier tonight, we marveled at the lack of ice. February would be upon us in hours… and the river and lake… at least as far as we could see… was still ice free.