Because a sixpack should not be ten-fifty. Ever.
Local bars should keep 12's for about 14bucks. Doesn't really matter what it is. Pabst, even. Its the unspoken rule here on the Dirty Boulevard.
I'm driving about 30 mins this weekend up to frankenmuth, mi to snag up possibly one of the last 6 packs of dogfish head 120min ipa in this area. I consider it a steal at $48/6pack. I'd expect it to sell for around $11/bottle if you can find it before the next release in November. Of course I need to restock my triple hops and ipas as I've focused on my wheats trying to find brews the wife likes for the past 6 months.
Thats absurd. Its just beer.
I try not to drink above my shelf.
It's not absurd and it's not really all that bad pending on how you consume. Every beer has their place and time. I wouldn't drink an expensive beer like that and allow the flavors to mingle with a meal as it's meant to be enjoyed solo. At the same time I wouldn't drink a killians or a dundees without pairing it with a meal of some sort as alone they'd both taste like shit. Hell, I even have a 6 pack of labatts and a 6 pack of bud light in my cabinet for people that prefer pisswater over beer.
Sure, its absurd.
TO ME. And thats how you define absurdity. Individually.
An absurdity is a thing that is extremely unreasonable, so as to be foolish or not taken seriously, or the state of being so. "Absurd" is an adjective used to describe an absurdity, e.g., “this encyclopedia article is absurd”.[1] It derives from the Latin absurdusm meaning "out of tune", hence irrational.[2] The Latin surdus means deaf, implying stupidity.[1] Absurdity is contrasted with seriousness in reasoning.[3] In general usage, absurdity may be synonymous with ridiculousness and nonsense. In specialized usage, absurdity is related to extremes in bad reasoning or pointlessness in reasoning; ridiculousness is related to extremes of incongruous juxtaposition, laughter, and ridicule; and nonsense is related to a lack of meaningfulness. Students of the absurd usually note a subtle difference between something like 'nonsense' and something which is 'absurd', in that absurdity is often hidden within either ultra-seriousness or widely-trusted thought.[citation needed] Thus, the role of absurdists is to draw attention to the ridiculous in either 'expert-logic' or 'common-sense'.Whether it be fact is irrelevant. However, price is truth, and I wouldn't pay for that. Thats just a bunch of marketing horseshit, and the guys who brew that stuff are likely not any more talented or educated as any other expert-level brewmasters. (and yes, I am familiar with the expertise of the Dogfish people.)
Secondly, *I* drink beer in a quantity that exceeds one singular beer. Alcohol is one of the enjoyable side-effects, and arguing otherwise is simply untrue.
Now, you can't tell me that you can enjoy four or five and not wreck your palate. I know I can't, and I don't know of anybody who can.
Lastly, beer is ALWAYS better in draft. So, as good as it may be, it's never as good as it's supposed to be.
So, you can go round-and-round about that, I don't find it justifiable, and therefore absurd. I wouldn't pay more than a certain amount for my favorite Porsche, either.
When people pay for stuff like that, to me, the cash must be the equivalent of pocket lint. Completely meaningless. I won't speculate on whether you're pulling down the kind of cash it would take ME to justify spending $50 on a six-pack, but I *will* say, the brewhouse selling that stuff is ripping people off. And for that reason alone, I'd never buy it.
As I said, I try not to drink above my shelf.
And I'm perfectly aware some people splurge on their 'hobbies', I'm as guilty as the next guy. But beer, liquor and food have always been one of my private sources of amusement, seeing others indulge to that degree of "sophistication".. I laugh at that. I'm perfectly happy with "good", dislike the truly awful, and don't burn too much mental horsepower on the details. Those who do, good for them, I guess. But I would suggest they share their ardor with the like-minded, and not try to convert the Philistines.
My Marxist gourmet friend used to find me insufferable, but would cook for me anyway. And man, could that bitch cook.