What's In the Fridge?

(Editor's Note: Whatever is in that fridge, it must be skunked. Damn it has been a while.)

-Yeah, so what? I’ve been busy…drinkin’ had to take a backseat while I was working on another “bad habit” of mine. But don’t call it a comeback, both Narragansett and I have been here for years.

What more can be said about a beer that comes at you in a 16oz can? When most beers CHOOSE to be served via aluminum, they go beyond the 12oz mark of mediocrity and enter a realm of greatness. But what else makes Narragansett great? Is it that it comes from a Rhode that is not a road, nor an island? (It’s not even brewed in Rhode Island!) Is it the fact that even the biggest beer snobs will acknowledge its place in the pantheon of beer? Or is it the seven bucks for a sixer?

None of the above ladies and gentlemen. Quite simply, it’s just a beer. It’s a beer that tastes like a freakin’ beer. Do you remember when you were a kid and your role at a family party was to serve as a beer wench? Do you remember what you did with the empties? Yeah you do…you turned into a wet/dry vac and tried to suck back whatever alcoholic residue you could (what’s that thing on Uncle Barney’s lip?). Now, remember what that beer tasted like? Like warm piss. You SWORE you’d never drink beer because of the “taste”.



So, when you finally got to high school, and all you could find were your Dad’s three warm cans of Miller Lite, you did what every other red-blooded dopey teenager would do…you chugged. After the first, you thought you would heave because of the memory of Uncle Barney’s warm beer (not to mention that thing on his lip). But you wanted to get “messed-up”, so down went beer number 2…not so bad…and the third beer you actually liked.

You liked it, BECAUSE IT WAS BEER!!! As with any new food, we all need time to adjust. As a father, I can tell you that even doctors say to feed your kids new food over and over again, even if they don’t like it at first. But after time, the palate adjusts.

Narragansett is a beer that tastes like beer. Not a hoppy beer, not a strong beer, not a fruity beer. It’s a beer that reminds you of times when your biggest concern was whether or not you were going to see boob.

So to all of you, entering this brave new world of ours fresh out of college, enjoy the last few moments of irresponsibility. Enjoy a Narragansett! Enjoy the boobs! (Just watch out for where Uncle Barney has been…)

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