Tuesday, October 6, 2009
My first ever beer wasn’t the normal American first-beer experience. It wasn’t a light beer in a 12 ounce can that tasted more like water than malt and hops. It wasn’t at a high school prom party or a college frat party. No, it wasn’t any of those things. In fact, it was quite the opposite. It was a full-flavored Bavarian beer. It was served by a hearty German waitress in a dirndl at the Hofbräuhaus in Munich. And it came in a glass mug that measured a liter in volume. It was a serious beer.