In the deep reaches of my mind lives a location where I resided for a brief moment in my life that is to this day, unforgettable. It was filled with delight, heartbreak and experiences enough to fill a lifetime.
It was also filled with weirdos. In this place that shall forever live in my mind lived a young man who called himself Mr. Tuborg Jensen. Tuborg, after the great Northern European brew, Jensen, the family name.
Recently I visited the Harpoon Brewery and thought of the long ago Mr Tuborg Jensen. The Harpoon boasts a collection of beer cans that would be the envy of your average fraternity house. It features beer from far off, beer from nearby, beer from noble sources and beer from not so noble sources.
To paraphrase the great Auguste Escoffier, you show me the beer a man drinks, I will tell you who he is. Here, for the Tuborg-Jensen’s of the world, a collection of beer cans for the Bluto Blutarsky in us all:
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