Months go by, maybe even a year, and they remain ignored. It’s not that they’re unlovable or terrible brews, they’re just back-of-the-fridge beer. You know, the sort of beer you’re never in the mood for, or the last of a six-pack that becomes forgotten and slowly is pushed to the fridge’s back corner.
Column: An ode to all ye forgotten back-of-the-fridge beer
