Every so often, I like to write about what my wife—the wine director at Quince—drinks because it embarrasses her. Everyone thinks that because she works in the world of fine wine she must just sit around at home drinking fine white Burgundy, Bordeaux and cult Napa wines. And sometimes she does.
Other times, however, she goes lowbrow, as I captured in this picture. If you look closely at this photo, you’ll see that she’s holding a particular, blue-collar beer made in Milwaukee.
