It’s Miller Time™
or How I learned to love the beer.
February 9th, 2008
By Scottie Tuska
A nice Weisse
As my cat licks his tongue across a damp window, I’m reminded of the precious things in life and a simpler time. When was this time you ask?
My answer is sweet and simple: Miller Time™. Yes I am indeed a Milwaukee native, born in the Brew City and bred just outside the city borders. Yes, my hometown, Cudahy, enjoys drinking. And who wouldn’t when you are small industrial town on Lake Michigan. In fact at one point in time, it is said that Cudahy was renowned for having the most bars per capita in the entire world, an honor that put this little city on the map and into the hollowed pages of the Guinness Book of World Records (No more appropriate book could be had).
Beer is in my blood, but in fact I was never a fanatic, just a fan. Yeah, I enjoyed to chug a few early in my college years, oh so long ago. I even did a few keg stands. Frat boy, I am not, but at that point in life I was young, naive and did not understand the complex world of the aforementioned beverage. So here I am three years later, traveling Eastern Europe and I end up in Berlin of all places. Not only is it one the great cities of the world, but it is also home to Prater Garten, the worlds first beer garden (at least thats what they claim). There I was as the light filtered through the new leaves of spring, when God™ spoke to me, as he has so many times before, “Trinken sie das Weihenstephaner Weissbier.” At that moment I found my second true love, beer.
I may have enjoyed beer, but since that divine moment I have been drinking any beer that crosses my path. Dark ones, light ones, wheat ones, Lager ones, Pilsners, EPAs, IPAs, Stouts…it doesn’t matter, I just want to taste them all. So this is my new blog. Hopefully I’ll have a few enlightening stories, introduce you to a beer or two, and make you laugh along the way. My friends, this is the dawn of a great adventure. It may not be Miller Time™, but it is closing time, so lets look back at those crazy days, the 1990s.
(Full Disclosure: God has never spoke to me, as far as I know. In reality I ran into a friend from (South) Milwaukee and we did what any good intentioned Milwaukeean would do, get some beer. I thank my friend Erik, he was my wise man. You can thank him too, or not.)
