Bluesman Mike Lindner Wrote:As me Grandpa told me, "Son, a cold beer is a good beer."
And nobody ever called Grandpa a liar.
Well...there was that one guy.
I believe his broken arms eventualy healed.
But he never did get his memory back.
Well, I can make an exception to this.
When I was stationed (and living) in Japan in the early 1970s, my neighbor decided to have a party, and got a great deal on some bottles of Carling Black Label beer. For $1.25 a case, he wasn't going to be too picky. It had been bottled in Tacoma, WA (I didn't even know there was a brewery in Tacoma, and I grew up there).
Well, he decided that waiting for regular ice to cool the beers was going to take too long, so he acquired 20 pounds of dry ice and put that in the big tin tub with the beer to cool it down. About half an hour later, there suddenly came loud popping noises (it sounded like a .22 pistol, actually) from the tub.
Savage went over and took a look, and a cap from one of the bottles barely missed his head as it came flying off.
He put on his motorcycle helmet, fished out the unpopped bottles of beer, and put them on regular ice.
They still tasted lousy. Had a nasty metallic and medicinal aftertaste to them.