EPISODE 7
Lite Reading
Lite Reading
Until my arrival in Seattle, in January 1990, I had never tried an ale. My beer drinking was confined to American mass-market light lagers: Miller, Coors, Olympia and the like. In college I drank nothing but Stroh’s. I came by the taste naturally: My Dad drank nothing but Bud, and my Mom favored Carling Black Label, “Because it is on sale. All the time.” These days, I often don’t even call these beverages “beer.” “Rice soda,” perhaps? But there are still some American lagers I enjoy, like Sam Adams, or the “Session” lager from Bend, Oregon’s Full Sail Brewing Company.
AMERICAN LAGERS
(Originally published in Pin-Up Quarterly, Issue 6, April/June 20122)
A lager, from the German for “lay down”
And down in caves it’s laid, or else at least
It’s stored for fermentation underground
To keep it cold for bottom-dwelling yeast
From this process emerges clear, crisp joy
A flavor like a sparkling mountain stream
Which made this style the choice of hoi polloi
Pushing aside the older styles’ regime
This popularity makes it taboo
For beer snobs: It’s a lamb led to their slaughter
They claim it’s just like sex in a canoe
Which is to say, “It’s fucking close to water”
But when it’s just refreshment that’s the test
A lager just might fill that order best
SESSION LAGER
Now take the Session Lager from Full Sail:
It’s just the kind of thing you think of when
You want a beer that’s lighter than an ale
But just can’t stomach drinking Bud again
The stubby bottle really is a riot
A fossil from pre-Prohibition days
Poured in a glass, the head is foamy white
The beer below a straw-blonde yellow haze
Of U.S. Pilsners, few compare with Session
All-malt, with a grassy hop bouquet
The mouthfeel is quite crisp, the taste refreshing
Just perfect for a sunny summer’s day
It’s so much better than mass-market crud
So aren’t you glad you didn’t order Bud?