I don't drink much anymore.
Over the past year or so, I've probably averaged maybe one beer a week, but I've always preferred dark beers.
My current favorite is Dos Equis Amber, and one of my favorite memories of Ricoh schools in Los Angeles was sharing pitchers of Bass Ale with the head of the training center.
All that being said, I really looked forward to trying Crawford Bock. I appreciated the clever name and the tie-in to the Houston Astros and the Crawford Boxes in Minute Maid Park's left field.
I really wanted to like it, but I don't. If it extremely cold, it is almost drinkable, but it has a weird whang to it. For some reason, it reminds me of cilantro.
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