I was working at a mom and pop pizza place in the southwest
side of the city in the summer of ‘09. Like most pizza joints this one closed
really late and I was usually stuck there all weekend long working more than
living. On a Saturday night in June, the boss came over to me and said, “Go
home man, you work too hard.” Didn’t have to tell me twice. I was out there so
fast I almost forgot to take off my apron. Got my bag and jumped on my bike and
rode off.
I rode a couple of blocks down to my best friends house. He
was at his neighbor’s house and they invited me over. They were really cool
people, particularly one guy who showed us around his apartment. He went to the
fridge got a couple of beers and popped them open. He handed one to me and
said, “Here you go man, drink this.” It was the King.
I had no idea what I was getting myself into but here I was
sitting down with the King in my hands. I looked at the label and was so
confused. I had never seen anything like it. The aroma was bursting its way out
of the bottle. I could smell it without holding it up to my nose. It was a
really strong but good scent. Looked around feeling a bit uncomfortable about
what I was about to do and thought to myself “Well here goes…” Took a big gulp and
was blown away. What the hell was this? It was extremely bitter for my palate
at the time but it was also extremely satisfying. I met the King on this day
and thanks to the generosity of that man, I made my way into the world of Craft
Beer.
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