I love that the United States is smack in the middle of a craft beer revolution.
I’m a firm believer in supporting small businesses, especially ones that get people drunk. The proliferation throughout the country of these independent entrepreneurs can only add fire to a still sluggish economy and I support their efforts wholeheartedly.
There is something, however, that I like a little more than the current American brew-ha-ha.
I like being able to walk into any bar in France and ordering une pression (a draught beer).
The server will not ask what type of draught you prefer and he/she will not launch into a wild-eyed, protracted monologue about the latest honey brown pale ale porter blah blah blah they just tapped. At times you might be asked if you would prefer a small or large pression but clearly this is an inside joke flitted about occasionally by native French citizens who enjoy teasing non-natives.
Funny little server.
As a reward for your basic request you will be issued a tall glass of cold, golden, perfectly respectable beer.
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