Ok, that's an understatement. Each gulp was a struggle. I viewed cheap beer as a necessary evil: despite its bad taste and constant demands on my bladder, it was cheap and it was the lifeblood of various social college functions. I tried finding ways around it, but wine pong just never seemed to catch on. Despite its scandalously un-American ring, I eventually came to accept my fate as a hopeless beer-hater.
Luckily, my naivete was short-lived. Some of my more cultured friends have since taken me under their wing, opening up my world to quality beer. I have to admit, my first experiences were quite exhilarating. I never knew beer came in so many categories, thicknesses, flavors, and colors. The style of the tap handles alone brought me great excitement, and the discovery of chocolate beer washed away any remnant of bitterness left residing on my tongue.
Now days, my only beef with good beer is the price tag. But, as a thrifty New Yorker, I've found ways around this dilemma. As someone who prefers quality over quantity, I think it's worth the money to buy one or two good beers and scrimp on anything else. And while I realize "one or two" beers just won't cut it for some of my readers, I have another solution: Why not start off the night at your apartment with the cheap stuff, then spend a little money on the good stuff.

P.S. I also found a great site that, among other things, lets you search bars by specific beers, specials, etc. And they offer free beer coupons.
The Ginger Man
Location: 11 East 36th St (btw. Madison and 5th)
Price Range: $6.50 +
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