I once had a conversation with a young gentlemen in a bar where I was employed previously. He says to me, "Would ya look at that!" as he enthusiastically swirled his snifter. And ya know what I says? I says to him "Ya know, friend, not EVERY beer has to look and taste like orange juice, although I do thoroughly enjoy the style." Well he didn't take too kindly to my way of thinking. He says to me, "What are you? One of those fancy beer know-it-alls?" So I says back to him, "Nah man. Its just that when I'm finished with breakfast I like to continue on with the rest of my day." Now at this point you could see the disgust in his eyes, as if he thought I was personally insulting his own sense of taste. He looks at me out of the corner his eyes, and you know what he says to me? He says, "Oh, so just because it's 11:30pm Central Standard Time and I'm in a craft beer bar drinking a citrusy-Juicy IPA, a Coffee Porter, and am eating a stack of hotcakes with a side of bacon and 2 eggs over-easy you're gonna generalize that I must think every meal of the day is breakfast??" Now at this point I pause, sigh, and take a long hard look at this fella with one eyebrow furled. After what seems like an eternity, but realistically must have been more likely a 5 minute staring contest, I point my finger right in his face and I says...I says, "Well, pal, how do you explain your poofy slippers, striped pajamas, bathrobe, and night cap!" Now that was one hell of an experience.