New beer release days feel like a blind date set up by a benevolent married friend.
The brand new ginger saison is poured into the cleanest, newest glassware; cleverly named with the inevitable subtle sci fi reference, photographed from seventeen angles, posted on all ten social media accounts where it awaits the ultimate judgement. Will the patrons react with a smirk, a shrug, a polite "no, thank you", “hmm, not what I expected”, “sorry, this is not my type”? Or better yet, honor the new brew with a Pulitzer Prize worthy public review with such clever narrative that if the editors were paying closer attention, they would absolutely catapult the author to fame.
The patrons’ tastes vary immensely. An occasional customer swoons at a mere mention of the bourbon barrel aged imperial Russian stout “you can chew”