"Opinicus" > wrote ...

Snippagio, bountiful discourse upon very cold beer....

Austin in those days wasa place not yet invaded by the alien hordes of
super-achievers, and only just beginning to rollick in a self-induced haze
of marijuana smoke. I had recently returned to visiting after leaving in
Jan., 62 with a new degree, bound for most of three years in the Med on
smallish ships of several navies, then a brief but not brief enough visit to
a war, an unavoidable period of insulting self and others.

I visited regularly and still do, as late as last evening, when coming
through from San Antonio, heading up the prairie, I stopped for a beer of
the sort you describe, painfully cold, in this case a Shiner Bock from the
little Spoetzle Brewery in Shiner, no longer a craft beer, now a cult beer,
but still better'n a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.

Flat? Given Austin's sprawl out into the Hill Country and even old Austin
compared to where I line (on a hillside overlooking a lake), Austin's
considered to be plumb mountainous....

TMO