Thursday, May 8, 2014

Thanks to keeping careful tabs for me, I know that Founders Kentucky Breakfast Stout is my fourth favorite beer of all time. I was lucky enough to get a four-pack last year, and wrote a gushing review then. This year I was only able to get two bottles, one of which I am enjoying right now. I may cellar the other one if I can stand the thought of parting with it for a while.

Part of me wants to review KBS again, but I just don't know if I can. Or if I should even try. Frank Zappa once said that writing about music is like dancing about architecture. Some things just don't translate. Think about your favorite song. Or even your tenth or twentieth favorite song. Try to put into a few sentences why you love that song. Try to make me understand, in just a few words, what that song does for you. You can't, can you? You can't capture it in words. It's like trying to capture a cloud in a net; all you do is reveal the limits of the net.

It's like that with good beer. Good beer is music that you listen to with your mouth. And with your nose. For me to try to tell you what is so wonderful about KBS is futile. It is well beyond the limits of my linguistic net.

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