Just because something is rare, does it necessarily make it better?
I mean, my favorite foods are pad thai and gnocchi. Neither is rare, and pad thai is everywhere. But if I had a choice between pad thai, gnocchi, and regular pasta that looked like normal spaghetti but was described as “rare,” I would choose the regular spaghetti.
Yesterday, at Astoria Bier and Cheese (which, in case you couldn’t tell from the name, specializes in both beer and cheese and is therefore fantastic), as part of the beer and cheese tasting, I liked the third one in the flight the best. But I wasn’t planning on buying any to take home. (Every time I buy alcohol, it just sits in my fridge because no one ever comes to visit me and I’m not quite at the stage in my writing career where I feel okay drinking alone–although lately I’ve begun to inch toward it, I think.)
Until I found it on the Rare and Limited Edition shelf. Then I promptly pulled 2 bottles down and brought them to the register.
So yeah, the fact that the Lagunitas Wilco Tango Foxtrot beer was called rare (though I have no idea if it truly is, or what that even means if it is) is the reason I bought it. And maybe that’s silly. But I am silly, and I sillily have 2 bottles of a rare beer at my apartment, so if you delight in silliness, come over and have this rare-and-therefore-better experience with me.
Seriously, come over. Otherwise it will just sit in my cupboard until I decide to become the drunken writer I was possibly always meant to be.