Now if you're a regular reader you know that my husband's name is Andy. So after you read the title of this post you were probably thinking, "Who is this hussy and who the hell is Sam?" Sam might be the one person Andy doesn't mind sharing me with. I'm speaking, of course, about Sam Adams. Let me regale our love story.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
I'll admit there were other men in my life before Sam. I'd drink Corona in Cancun, do keg stands of Bud, and play Power Hour with Coors Light. Until one day Andy ordered a Sam Adams Boston Lager and asked me if I wanted some. I scoffed because, c'mon, that's an old man's beer right? So wrong. Sam was complex and refreshing and slightly bitter on the kickback, he "got me".
He came in seasons. In the winter we would snuggle up, Andy, Sam and I, and drink Winter Ale. In the Spring, although I mourned for White Ale, Noble Pils soon became my number one favorite. In the Summer, Sam's Summer Ale is crisp and refreshing, in fact this was my first alcoholic drink I had after I gave birth to Miss Isabella. And don't get me started on Octoberfest.
So when Andy approached me about going to a VIP tour of the brewery in Boston, which included a hotel stay and dinner, instead of chocolates and an overpriced dinner for Valentines Day, I accepted. Although, I was reluctant to let go of the chocolate. In addition to the wonderful sleep that we got without our regular 6am wakeup call, we tasted some really great beer and got the VIP treatment at the brewery and a dinner where a fancy pants executive sat down with us and explained the beer pairings with each course, and it all culminated with Sam breaking my heart.
That's right, you heard me, the man broke my heart. We were fortunate enough to taste Utopias. The world's strongest beer that drinks more like a cordial. We were sold. "Do you sell this here? Can we buy a whole stinking bunch of it?"
They didn't sell it and we couldn't buy it. Apparently a lot of people like it and sell it on e-bay for a crap load of money. As a teacher and a cop, we were unable to spend double the price what the bottle was worth. Now, we could hope that Isabella is a "trade school" type of girl and dip into her college fund, but what if she wants to become a fermentation scientist and make delicious new beers. We couldn't take the chance.
So we got back in the car and left Utopias, and a piece of my heart, in Boston.
This post was not sponsored in any part by the people at Sam Adams. If you're interested in the details of the trip and want to know how you can book it, send me an e-mail. It's a great time...you won't be disappointed.
Posted by Melissa G. at 1:59 PM