"Cubicle-dwellers, raise your pints!"

That line is from this article on Slate.com, courtesy of Field Maloney. The gist of it is, wine has overtaken beer as the national libation of choice.

Now, as a man who will always have a place on his shelf for Jack Daniels and Drambuie (not to mention various types of vodka), the last few years have seen my beer appreciation on the rise. This can be blamed on a man from Pittsburgh named Geoff -- who first introduced Corsendonk to my palette.

And there's the problem and solution, methinks. Mainstream American beer tastes like ass. More often than not, they're watered-down pilsners that we buy on the cheap. As opposed to, for example, a bottle of Pilsner Urquell to accompany that steak sandwich. That's a damned fine pilsner.

To combat this, I recommend that all folks of legal age remember to have beer with your meals. Not just sporting events or grilling, and not the crap that comes in cases of 48 cans. Grab a Harp with your deep-dish pizza, or a Blue Moon with your breadsticks; when your fellows order a bucket of cheap Lite beer, ask the waitress if they have 312 or Leinenkugel's on tap.

Because, though I like wine, I'm all about some damned good beer. Hooray, Beer.