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As we were walking out of the Superstore Liquor Store with a flat of Old Mill, a 12 pack of Hek (for sampling purposes) and two bottles of wine, my friend and our favoured beer connoisseur around these interweb parts can literally be quoted as saying,
“I’ve been cutting down on my drinking lately”
HAHA.
I remember the days where I’d make similar statements - usually during a week long bender after a tough round of college exams or while boozing on a weekend camping trip.
…And that’s pretty much all that Hek is good for: a time when you’re too poor to care about flavour, or a time where you’re too pissed up and dirty to care. It’s a pretty mild lager brewed at Big Rock in Alberta, and while it’s quite obviously a beer when it first passes your lips, it’s as though you took a big swallow of tasteless air once it passes your windpipe and sinks home. Nothing worth remembering.
Then again, maybe that’s your intention in drinking it in the first place.
“I’ve been cutting down on my drinking lately”
HAHA.
I remember the days where I’d make similar statements - usually during a week long bender after a tough round of college exams or while boozing on a weekend camping trip.
…And that’s pretty much all that Hek is good for: a time when you’re too poor to care about flavour, or a time where you’re too pissed up and dirty to care. It’s a pretty mild lager brewed at Big Rock in Alberta, and while it’s quite obviously a beer when it first passes your lips, it’s as though you took a big swallow of tasteless air once it passes your windpipe and sinks home. Nothing worth remembering.
Then again, maybe that’s your intention in drinking it in the first place.
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