I moved to Oregon in 2003 from the lands where pilsner was invented and perfected and where that was all we quaffed. “Liquid bread,” we called the golden, clean brews. For the life of me, I couldn't find a good pilsner in my new home, just as I couldn't get over the bitterness of the…
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