Best beer I ever tasted was when I was about 14 years old. Thereβd been a gully-washer downpour and it washed out some of the watershed watercourses that supplied our villageβs water system. The local yokel contractor convinced a buddy and me to help him dig all day to get the water flowing.
The contractor used a backhoe, my buddy and I basic shovels. It was a hot day and we worked our tails off. At the end of the day the contractor broke out a little cooler and gave each of us an ice cold Coors.
I never liked Coors again after that day, but that day it was nectar of the gods. Absolute bliss sitting on a stump, covered in mud and sweat, as that ice cold, slightly bitter stuff flowed down my throat. Iβve had great beers in bars, Iβve enjoyed other beers after a hard days work or at a September football game. But that beer, that dayβso awesome, and Iβve never had a beer that came close since.