One of the black skirts stops in front of me and asks “What’ll you have?” Seeing me struggling to come to a decision, she tells me “You should get the sampler, that’s what everyone gets.”
I can’t remember the last time I had a sampler flight at a brewpub, but it somehow makes sense and so order that. I then look around and see that nobody else is having a sampler flight.
I work through the sampler flight drinking one maddeningly competently brewed beer after another. Each beer is true to its style, and is creative and imaginative as The Beer Company’s name. I silently hope one beer actually tastes bad just to break the monotony, but no such luck. Now I could see myself enjoying a pint of any of these beers, but just can’t remember any of them. I order the grilled salmon, and when it arrives, it has this dill sauce on top that tastes great. Finally.
If anyone asks me about The Beer Company, I will say “They make beer.”