I walk into the liquor store with my sunglasses still on and my head down. Hopefully no one will recognize me as I slowly drift past all the glistening craft beer bottles, heading toward the macro-beer cooler. An employee asks me if I need help as Iâ€™m opening the cooler door. â€œAll set, thanks.â€
As I walk toward the register with my cans of Red Dog, a cheap adjunct lager I used to drink growing up, I start to feel guilty. I quickly add a six pack of a micro-brew that Iâ€™ve never seen before and plop them both down on the counter. I drive away wondering about this odd pang of guilt.
Thereâ€™s been a weird movement in the craft beer world thatâ€™s polarizing the beer scene: If you like craft beer then you must hate macro-beer. If you like macro-beer then youâ€™re not one of us; youâ€™re just a poser or at best an ignorant neophyte.
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