cambridge is a great place to drink beer. there are many pubs, and it is common to find 10 or 20 brews on tap at an establishment. unlike any other city I've experienced outside the U.K., you can walk into a random pub and, if it has any air of authenticity, you can expect a properly poured Guinness. there are many pubs, and many of them are located near each other, making for the best bar crawls on earth.
when I took a year off from college, I supplemented my laboratory job income by walking as a bouncer at the Thirsty Scholar (pronounced "Tersty Scholar").
I spent many an idle moment lying on my futon bed in my un-air-conditioned apartment pondering my appreciation of Guinness. (Guinness and Sierra Nevada are my long-standing faves.) and frequently, a davinci-like sketch of a brilliant invention occurred to me: imagined a draught tap in the wall next to me, over my bed, from which I could pour myself a cool heady guinness.
this vision, my ultimate dream in the universe, has come to pass. for me, it is confirmation that all the major problems of humanity will be smacked down by the march of technological progress, at costs accessible to the common man or humanoid robot. it is not quite a tap in the wall over the bed. but it is a good substitute in the short term.
