Yes, the rain has arrived in D.C., and that means it's springtime. Which, for me and many other beer drinkers, gives us an opportunity to dive into sessions and farmhouses.
Conventionally, I'm an IPA drinker. However, last night I made the conscious decision to drink fewer of those palette-blasting beers, in favor of sweeter stouts and malty pale ales. You know what that means: more choices and more varieties to explore.
Over the next two weeks, I will explore these types.
Springs at Villanova University on the Main Line in Pennsylvania were the most beautiful I've ever experienced. San Francisco doesn't have seasons, so it doesn't compare. Washington attempts to compete with its cherry blossoms, but Villanova will always hold a place in my heart for its arboretum-esque atmosphere. When spring came, everybody knew: The blossoms sprang out, the grass grew green, and co-eds returned to the fields to throw frisbees and baseballs.
At that time, I drank what everybody else drank: the conventional light beers that quenched my thirst. Your Natty Lights and Bud Lights, and Yuengling when I was sick of those.