Word: beers
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Japan is, in fact, the birthplace of dry beer. In 1987 Tokyo's Asahi Breweries, looking to reverse its declining fortunes, produced a beer that it hoped would capitalize on the country's traditional preference for dry drinks in times of prosperity. Asahi's fermentation process used high-power yeast to reduce a beer's sugar content. The resulting brew, called Super Dry, is clean and crisp, with only a trace of sweetness and a short, slightly bitter aftertaste. It swept the Japanese market, in which dry beer now accounts for 35% of sales, and triggered a pack of imitators...
...place, we looked foreward to displaying some of our old skills. Unfortunately, the game did not go too well. The shooting was horrible, the play was sloppy and not all of it could be blamed on the cool weather. Once graceful pivot moves were now disturbed by grumpy beer guts. Previously intense rivals were content to catch some air away from the basket. One of my friends pulled his back going for a rebound and another twisted his ankle on a layup. When the word floated out that the Notre Dame-USC game was on, none of us were disappointed...
...living room nursing a beer and a stiff elbow. My friends drank their beers, munched on potato chips and bragged about jobs they had lined up for themselves. I kept quiet, thankful only that I avoided the necessity of serving "egg beaters" by convincing my mother to get some last minute snacks and beer for the game. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad. The night before, desperate for food, I broke down and gave the "egg beaters" a try. The package was just about right; they almost did taste like real eggs...
...Upon publication," the publicity blurb wretchedly announces, "Edward Abbey will tour the following cities: Los Angeles, San Francisco . . . New York and Washington." Why wretchedly? Because Abbey loyalists don't like to imagine their prophet -- that grand old desert solitary, that North American champion of the ideological beer-can toss -- getting anywhere near Los Angeles, New York or those other evil megaburbs. Somebody might package his crankiness for distribution in health-food stores, or subject him to relentless understanding on public...
...love with the West as it used to be and waitresses and barmaids as some of them still are. He shares Abbey's employment history, his age more or less (late middle), his marrying habit (Abbey's present wife is his fifth) and his sour gallantry. His position on beer-can tossing is the master's: the highway is an abomination, and thus the litter that sullies it is a blow for truth and beauty...