There’s a lot of beer out there. When I was first drinking beer regularly, I generally picked beers that were domestic. And cheap. What’s a new beer drinker to do? I was young and on a budget. Even as an adult, I am still on a beer budget.
While I tend to stick with Canadian beers like Labatt’s or Molson, my last trip to the liquor store was different. Suddenly my eyes fell on my old friend – Coors beer. This time around, things have changed. Aside from being of legal drinking age, I had developed a discerning beer pallet. Or so I thought.
I felt like I was at an animal shelter. Coors beer was that one little dog that was being passed by. It was looking at me. Begging to be taken to a good home. My belly.
At $5.99 a six pack (and $11.99 a twelve pack), I decided to reunite with my old beer friend. And why not? My other choices are almost $9.99 a six pack. Even my third or fourth beer choices are around $12.99 for twelve. A dollar here. A dollar there. Every little bit counts.
The last time a bottle of Coors beer graced my lips was 1990. Whitesnake, White Lion and a host of other “white” band were firmly lodged on the Billboard Hot 100. Motley Crue wasn’t even thinking about retiring. Most beer drinking was still happening on back porches. Or in backyards. Life was simple. Life was good.
So I brought good old Coors beer home. Before I opened my first bottle, I wondered if it would taste good. Those commercials always touted it as a beer with history. A banquet beer. Did my taste buds even deserve a “banquet beer.”
So here we are – Coors beer and I. Back together. This time the rules are different. First of all, I usually drink indoors. Secondly, SportCenter is on TV. There’s no Whitesnake (sorry David Coverdale). And the beer? It tastes damn good. Better than I remember. Coors has a customer back.
All’s well that ends well. I just hope I don’t rediscover Cheez Whiz next!