|Iron Fist's unassuming entrance|
I looked at my flights—none of these could possibly be mistaken for a stout. Its neurotic but I can’t properly evaluate a beer unless I know what I’m getting. I need to know what qualities said beer should be graded on. For instance, if I order an IPA then I get it into my head that I’m going to be getting a bitter, hoppy beer and should assess the beer based on these qualities. If, however, I order a porter or a stout then I understand that roasted malts and coffee essences are the norms and I should judge the beer based on this knowledge. If I’m in the dark about the beer’s style then I don’t know what I should be expecting and the whole system goes to ruin and I can’t, with any confidence, continue to educate and entertain through this blog and I’ll have to give up my dreams of becoming the beer blogging version of Perez Hilton (also, the straight version) and I’ll have to settle down at a soul-crushing office job and coast through the rest of my life a miserable, miserable man and wonder where—oh, where—did my life go so horribly wrong? I know, it’s a serious crisis but, please, try to get a hold of yourself.
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