Our dear Dr. Faust is of course heart-broken over the situation in Allston. It’s as if we had started to renovate, pulled down the walls, put up blue plastic tarps to keep out the elements, and then had to stop construction because our bank pulled the plug. I’m sure that has happened to many of us. Allston is just on a much much much larger scale. The blue tarps are flapping. The squirrels are finding their way into the kitchen. It is a sad sad mess. Drewdie is doing her best to shore things up.
We recently took a field trip to Deep Ellum, the hippest bar in Allston if not all of the eastern seaboard to scope out the scene on the ground while kicking back a few pints.
For starters Miss Grimke ordered 2 pretzels & beer cheese, and Drew could not resist the hot damn wings.
It was when we actually looked at the beer selections that the trouble began.
Miss Grimke: What no BL Lime!?
DGF: Look at this. A beer called Ruination. What's up with that?
Miss Grimke: It gets worse. Leather Lips. Flying Dog Doggystyle.
DGF: Duck Duck Gooze is kind of cute.
Miss Grimke: There is something so not right about the whole microbrew naming thing. Or even the whole microbrew thing.
DGF: As a historian, I have to agree with you. You know I'm a fiend for beer, but there's all this faux artsy stuff that's grown up around it, largely among ladies and gentlemen who wouldn't be caught dead in the Fogg.
Miss Grimke: You mean the Gardner.
DGF: Beer peddlers are trying to recover some delightful better past that never really existed, when women and men crafted things of value with their own hands. These beers are actually living a lie. Also they are expensive, so you are paying through the nose for something that is meant to take you back to a better place that never was. They want to keep us from facing the reality that we live in a time when the most important and valuable things are so amorphous they fly around the world at the speed of light.
Miss Grimke: You can't taste Google.
DGF: But you can get high on it.
Miss Grimke: I'll drink to that.
DGF: But what?