I had this whole Friday evening planned out: throw some brats on the grill, line up a few lagers I’d been saving, and enjoy a chill evening. Real backyard beer commercial vibes. Except the grill? Yeah… it died before it lived. Sparked once. Then nothing.
I stood there like a fool holding a sausage tong in one hand and a dimpled stein in the other, wondering if I’d become the problem. After a solid 30 minutes of turning knobs and pretending to understand propane, I surrendered and ordered pizza.
But I still powered through the beers, because priorities. One of them tasted like fresh-baked bread, another like campfire ashes soaked in honey, and at least two I’m convinced were mislabeled. Were they all good? Nope. But the experience? Top tier.
Anyway, share your backyard beer fails so I don’t feel like I’m out here losing alone. Please. 😅
