I was in Tampa, Fl recently for work and made it a point to have a drink with a friend who lives in the area. We settled on a place that's just down the street from his downtown office, and despite the both literal and figurative squeeze of the place we sat down to drink and catch up. The beer selection was like a menu at The Cheesecake Factory. It would've taken an hour just to make an informed and well-equipped selection under the circumstances (the circumstances being that I wanted to try something new). So I decided to just pick one based on name alone.
At the time, my wife had just 3 months prior given birth to our first child. I had taken to calling my little one "Chub" due to the fact that this word makes me giggle (especially when spoken in baby-talk, in which both my wife and I are exceptionally fluent) and Madeleine was, in fact, a tad chubby in certain places. What does this have to do with beer selection? Well, in my perusal of the beer menu I did not need to look any further than Old Chub beer. That was it. I tried it and loved it, and ever since I have called my baby "Old Chub." I hope to kick this nickname eventually, for hers and her grandparents sake, but it has stuck for now. Even the wifey has taken to it.
There you have it. One hell of a beer. One hell of a Chub.
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