By far the most depressing thing about going gluten free was the realization that I was going to have to give up drinking beer. I loved beer. Very, very much. I was so sad.
It isn’t even the taste of beer that I miss so much. After all, I came to learn that there were several gluten free variants of beer available and I quickly sampled them all. While I don’t like them nearly as much as the real thing. some of them aren’t half bad. Taste isn’t the main problem.
The real issue is availability, particularly in social situations. Now, I go out for beers with the boys and can’t drink beer. wtf. Work events serve only beer and wine. I skip them to avoid the taunts that I imagine coming from my not so cultured friends as I sip on a glass of Pinot Grigio. I go to a burger place with a chick. She gets a beer and I get a super fruity (but admittedly refreshing) Swedish pear cider. WTF!
Sure, I feel great now that I’m gluten free. More importantly, I’ve actually discovered many alcoholic beverages that I like even better than beer (haha, just kidding about order of importance). But how I miss being able to walk into a bar, quickly scan what’s on tap, and order a tasty draft.
Bye Bye Barley.