On a ravishing sunlit eve sat out on the Gordon Biersch patio tipping a few cold ones with Ron aka "Hank". I ordered the Czeck pilsner because it looked good in Ron's glass but looks can be deceiving - it was not nearly as good as Sam Adams' Summer Ale, which I'd grown fond of if in small quantities. Perhaps too it was just because it was the first, but regardless the Marzen was better than I remembered it. Other than Barley's Pale Ale, it's the best that local Columbus brewing has to offer.
Ronald was his usual jovial and generous self, already on a first name basis with the waiter by the time I got there although chastizing him when he brought out a pint with a large head on it: "Do I look like a effin' priest!" he said in a mock brogue accent, "look at the collar on that!". Colorful. I heard that football star Kurt Warner quizzes his kids after being waited on in a restaurant as to the color of the waiter's eyes in order to teach them to see others, including those serving them. To his credit, that is one lesson Ron would never require.
We covered much the same ground initially, his complaints about a local Byzantine Church, the music, the liturgy, and the current priest. All of which are superior to most Roman Catholic churches but then we all get spoiled. He made some good points, especially in regard to a hermenuetic key to understanding Fr. T - that is, Fr. T looks at the church building the way Bob Villa looks at a house in need of a make-over. Indeed I was surprised that a relatively poor parish would install a new floor.
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