The Bowdoin Orient

Encouraged by the unseasonably warm summer and overall lack of snow on the ground, a couple of friends and I ventured to the promised land—Bootleggers—in search of spring beers to celebrate the end of this disappointing winter.

I'm not especially proud of myself this week. After a solid four years spent unrelentingly mocking my male roommate for not drinking beer and opting for the sweeter pleasures of Twisted Tea, I decided it was only fair that I review the most effeminate of beers: fruit beers.

It was Sunday night, and I had yet to review any beers. Even worse, I had absolutely no clue what to write about for this article.

Back in Maine for the spring semester, conditions outside are anything but spring-like. You can be forgiven if you're angry or confused.

Thanksgiving, the break that seems too short when you're making travel plans but too long once you get home, just passed by, and if your Thanksgiving was anything like mine, it involved a brew or two.

Good beer doesn't come in cans. I've heard that adage since I came to Bowdoin over three years ago, and until this week, I hadn't had much reason to doubt it.

It's only been a couple months since the semester started, but I must profess, I'm already counting down the days until the first snowfall. I've always thought that winter is the best time of year to be at Bowdoin and I've found that our first big snowstorm usually closely tails Thanksgiving Break.

Welcome back for the fall semester! Much has happened since the Orient was last published—an earthquake shook Virginia, a tropical storm battered the Eastern seaboard, and a new crop of first years have descended on our campus like locusts—but in these uncertain times we can always seek comfort and solace in good company and good brews. To steady my nerves, I gathered together the brain trust this weekend and sampled some of the finest beers available at our friendly neighborhood Hannaford.