i have a few pet peeves when consuming beer on tap. let it be known that i’ve been called a beer snob, wine snob, food snob, music snob, tv snob, shoe snob, radio snob, font snob and lighting snob in the past. perhaps i’m just a snob in general. when i see and hear the words come out of the mouths of the people talking to me i usually cringe, chuckle and then defend my actions and opinions. i’d like to think that having opinions and being passionate about certain things does not make me a snob. maybe it’s time for some additional self reflection while i figure this out. would that make me a self help snob too?
back to the beer.
my expectations:
.bubbly and full of life and flavor
.not too much head (hee hee – but seriously, check out this video on how to pour beer)
.clean taps
.residue free glass
.the logo on the glass should match the actual beer brand in the glass (this so rarely happens, but when it does i talk about it forever and leave a huge tip).
i’ve always wanted to check out old colony tap in provincetown. it’s one of those bad ass looking bars with classic rock blaring onto the streets (kind of a nice change from the 80s dance music at most places in town). we noticed there wasn’t a lot of action inside and decided to wander in for a round of cold ones. we were having a lovely time sitting in the window watching people walk around (and giggling at the guy who thought we were canadians – not that there’s anything wrong with that) while enjoying whatever cold brew the stern gal behind the bar poured for us.
i spotted a bright pink lipstick mark on my glass after a few sips. [you can totally see the mark in the two photos above - why didn't i notice it sooner?] my heart (and stomach) sank. i was able to overlook the logo not matching the beer, but really had to draw the line at someone else’s lip print on my glass. i feared the reaction of the stern bartender, but promptly got up to rectify the situation. she was gruff, but softened a bit when i showed her my glass. one quick exchange and i was back on my way to a good time. no harm done. i probably got more germs from that baby the total stranger insisted i hold the next night in boston (but that’s a story for another time).