I have a new beer of choice: Blue Moon. My previous beer of choice was Summit Pale, and I did experience some dissonance upon realizing that Summit was out, and Blue Moon was in. Which is not to say that I won’t drink a Summit at any time, because I certainly will. In fact, due to circumstances beyond my control, my refrigerator is now full of a variety of Summit beers and no Blue Moon. To make that right I’m going to have to drink all that Summit and then make a trip to my local liquor store.
The dissonance happened because Summit was one of the first things I learned about the Twin Cities. In fact, not 10 minutes after my friend Jim and I first arrived in the Twin Cities, his girlfriend and future wife Melissa made sure we had cold Summits in hand. The idea of a beer that wasn’t brewed by Miller, Coors or Budweiser was somewhat foreign to me at the time, as that was 1991 and the microbrew revolution hadn’t taken hold in Emporia, KS.
After I moved to the Cities, more Summits followed. Many more Summits. The beer came to be a sort of symbol of my transition from there to here. (And in a pinch, a Leinenkugel’s or Grain Belt would also suffice.) But today, 15 years later, I think Blue Moon is better.
Or, considering Blue Moon is owned by Coors, maybe I’m just going full circle back to my Kansas roots.