My daughter, now 24, was home from CA over Labour Day weekend. One of the more satisfying moments was going out en famille to the Baseball Grill on Boylston Street. Mom assimilated the generally shady appearance of the Baseball Grill's new digs, right next door to Ramrod, fairly well. I thought it best not to mention the neighbours. It was, as Emily recalls, the first time she had ever had a beer in front of her one-glass-of-wine-per-week mother. Emily enjoyed the look on Mother's face so much that she had another.
Trouble was, it was Bud Light.
Why is the beer appreciation taste bud so dormant in women?
She's back in CA now, and amongst other things, left a few Molson Lights here. Thrifty soul that I am, I tried to drink one tonight.
I really tried.
Can't make up my mind whether it tastes like water some farmer walked in, or like water that some repulsive creature peed in.
My daughter is a talented young woman. It can't be impossible to improve her taste in beer.