I Hate to Wine About It, But...

There comes a time in every life where the landscape of beverages changes, and a whole new world opens up to be explored. To some, this change of perspective is simply to perceive their Friday night as the chance for an alcohol-induced romp with the world as their playground. To others, it is the source of a special sort of snobbery that only a vice can harbor. From one view to the other and everything in between, all Prolibaters tend to fall from that exploratory grace into the distraction of habit. That we are such creatures by nature will explain, and in a sense pardon, this unfortunate form of indolence but it is contrary to the intention of this blog.

As a newly christened 21 year old and having survived the attempted homicide that is the first night at a bar (as well as being a veteran of dorm rooms), I have become increasingly aware of the inefficiency of the makeshift networks of information sharing that is known as word of mouth. While the occasional diamond in the rough is found, the cogent evidence of the recommendation will and must decide the matter. This blog serves as a record of that very evidence. It is an account of a journey in taste and experimentation. It is a log of praise for the crazy delicious of the world, and the reprobation of the wretched and vile. It is, simply put, a chronicle of the quest for Partakable Libations.