My pedigree as cicerone descends from my great-grandfather who was a master beer brewer in Prussia in the 1890’s before he decided to transport his craft across the ocean … he set up shop in Philadelphia, brewing fresh lager and making daily deliveries to restaurants and private homes around the city … just like the old milk truck days! Here’s a picture of my great-grandfather, with my grandfather on the lower right, enjoying an afternoon swig!
I had my first “taste” around the age of 13 … stale, left-over Miller High Life from a party my parents hosted. Later in high school, I moved on to Schmidt’s at a friend’s house, and then graduated to Colt 45 Malt Liquor … hey, what did I know?. It wasn’t until I got to college that I started sampling the “really good stuff”, like Heineken and, for a real treat, Lowenbrau or Molson. I’m sure some of you remember those dark days before craft brews and ales began to appear!
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