Fondest memory: A picnic bench never felt so comfortable. We had our first shower in five days under our belts. The laundry was already in the dryer. Wildflowers sprouted before us, only slightly obscuring our view of Lake Powell, its colorful mesas quickly fading with the sun's departure below the horizon. A fresh baguette was cut, salami and brie awaiting placement. Tomatoes and cucumbers would provide something fresh and wet. A frothy beer sat between us. We only had one glass. The Wave was behind us but no sadness creeped in as can be the case when long sought dreams are accomplished. Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument had been a paradise but one lacking all creature comforts. Glen Canyon was providing these in grand fashion. It didn't hurt that the next day we would be going to Bryce and a host of Utah National Parks right after. California dreaming only a month away. There was no time to look back with so much more ahead of us. So, we sat and enjoyed the wonderful if somewhat artificial view. Actually, despite its total incongruence with the rest of the area, somehow Lake Powell looked totally natural at this point. Such is the effect of a great mirage or even oasis. Such is the case of being content.
Let’s make no secret of it. We both like a nice cold glass of beer. Being abroad is always a challenge to find a beer we like, which reflects our taste of having a beer. In America it wasn’t really that hard to find the brand we liked, it was clearly Budweiser, popularly referred to as Bud.
Budweiser is a lager made with a proportion of rice as a substitute adjunct for barley malt. This immedaitely shows the problem for selling it in Europe as traditional brewers serve beer with only the four main ingredients (water, hops, wheat and barley). So Budweiser is not produced accoring to the German "Reinheitsgebot". But we found out that it didn’t taste distinctively different.
The Budweiser bottle is a rather familiar icon to most Americans. The bottle has remained relatively unchanged since its introduction in 1876. We liked it, but the fraze “King of all Beers” is a bid of an overstatement!
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