First-World Problems...Part Setenta E Oito

Recently I had the pleasure of drinking a few of these beers, accompanied by a dozen excellent Rhode Island oysters. Of course the problem was that I had to be in Rhode Island, because that beer is impossible to find in more civilized parts of the country. Well, it can be found in Massachusetts too, but that may be even worse than Rhode Island!

And to make matters even more miserable, the next day I had another local (to Rhode Island) beer with more local oysters that were quite good, and once again; it is nowhere to be found outside of that thinnest and smallest of states that straddles I-95. At least the company was good (you can guess who was there).

The cruel and heartless alcohol production, distribution, and retail sale laws in this country are chaotic and frankly corrupt. They conspire to keep the fruits of the golden age of American beer from most of the people who enjoy them. Sure, I can get local stuff, but I can't count the number of times I have sat at some pleasant bar or restaurant, far from my home, drinking an excellent local beer and realizing that I will probably never drink it again!

It's a constant struggle to arise every morning with the knowledge that I have been horribly isolated from most of the best beer in the country, and that I can do nothing about it.

The horror...the horror.

posted by CBD at 02:00 PM

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