Rolling Rock has a special place in my
heart fridge. In ye olde days, I served a lot of this stuff. It's a favorite hot-day adult beverage.
I picked up a twelve-pack tonight, and I'm pouring one down my throat. But I am not feeling it. I have not had an "extra pale" beer since probably last August. It's not so tasty right now.
Perhaps, in my eagerness for all things summer, I am pushing it.