I sometimes serve as tech support for my boss’s mother, which I don’t mind because she pays me in delicious baked goods. She just got a new laptop with Vista on it and asked me to set it up for her. Since HP no longer ships install discs with their machines, I thought I’d make a set of recovery discs for her as well. Little did I know what was in store.
After about two and a half hours, only one of the two discs was completed, but it was at a point where I could leave since all she’d have to do would be label a disc and shut down the machine. It was 7:00 p.m., and I was very hungry and in need of a refreshing beverage. A burger and a beer. Yes. That was just the ticket.
There aren’t a lot of restaurants near our house, and those that are usually have at least a half-hour wait on busy nights. I was in no mood to wait, so instead of heading to some place like Lazlo’s, we headed for Risky’s. It’s not much to look at (and neither is their website), but the food is decent and very reasonably priced.
Amos had a Philly steak sandwich and I finally got my burger. The food was great — Amos didn’t particularly care for their home-made fries, but I thought they were good. Unfortunately, I’d forgotten a lesson learned earlier this year: when at a sports bar like Risky’s, don’t order any fancy tap beer. They don’t go through it fast enough, and there’s nothing worse than paying four bucks for a pint of beer that tastes like it was filtered through a dirty sock.
I couldn’t finish my pint of Sam Adams Oktoberfest. It had that unmistakable tanginess of beer that’s either bad, or has run through a dirty line. I ordered up something that couldn’t possibly get screwed up: the humble can of Busch Light.
Say what you will about the beer and the corporations that produce it, but Busch Light is one darned consistent beer. So, note to self: when at a sports bar (and especially one decorated largely with NASCAR memorabilia) stick to the macrobrew domestics.