Friday, March 5, 2010


Last week I let it slip that I have an unwholesome and groundless love for Schlitz. That admission has been met by a number of derisive comments from fellow beer lovers. Never one to shrink in the face of insult, I’ll now happily demolish any minor beer cred I may have gained up to this point. I give you the Tall Boy.


Seriously, isn’t that lovely! These babys hit town last week. I found mine at the Blue Moose Beer Cave on Murdock, which just might be the perfect place to buy such a beer. As I walked out of there with beer in hand, I experienced the same righteous thrill that used to visit me as a youth when I was stealing this stuff from the neighbor’s garage.

Thanks for indulging me.


  1. My Dad worked for Schlitz and when I could start drinking he would get me overstock cases, which were often the tall boys. And often tall boys of Schlitz Malt Liquor!

  2. The guy I used to steal it from worked at Schlitz, too! I shouldn't really call it stealing, though. For the most part, he knew what I was up to. It was more like sharing.