"Beer Me" Inauguration

A few weeks ago, I posted about how I basically hate beer, and would like to remedy that because I have Cincinnati blood pumping through my veins.

My good friend Kris took this quest to heart.


When Dan and I came over to Kris' house for our weeklyish game night, we found he had lined up tiny steins and mugs so that we could try different kinds of beers without having to commit to full bottles. Some were beers he'd purchased, some were homebrews. They were ordered by bitterness, starting out tame and becoming progressively hoppy-er.


I was very, very surprised to find that I didn't hate the stuff as much as I thought I did. This gives me great hope for my Beer Me endeavor! I definitely preferred the un-bitter end of the spectrum, like the very mild oatmeal stout that Kris handed me. By contrast, if I can avoid ever drinking any "Christmas Ale" again for my entire life, I'll be a happy girl.


I have to throw a serious shout-out to Kris, who went above and beyond to help kick off the informal Beer Me project! Now who's up for Stage 2, whatever that might be?

Hey You, Beer Me

I don't like beer. At all.

My first and only experiences with beer were with gross, cheap, probably room-temperature swill. Not the stuff of legends, I'll tell you that. I'm guessing that's why I have no taste for the ol' mead.

In the past few years, I've trained myself to enjoy a few things that were holding me back: olives, mushrooms, even wine. (Love me some wine now, though I can't tell what kind of barrel it fermented in or anything.)

Which brings me back to beer. I am moving to Over-the-Rhine, Cincinnati, and I don't drink beer. It's as close to blasphemy as I recognize.

But I believe I can be taught. When I had dinner with Evan, we talked about enlisting any interested readers in helping me to reform. After all, everyone has their favorite beer in the Queen City. I'm not asking you to buy me a drink... I'm asking you to meet me for one, and to be patient as I train my tastebuds to be Cincinnatian. When the next Bockfest rolls around, I'd like to be able to raise a pilsner (stein?) with the best of 'em.

So? Whaddya say? Can I be taught?