There was a time when I thought Campbell's Chicken With White and Wild rice soup along with a grilled cheese and onion sandwich was fine dining. Not that I believed the ambiance of my newspaper-strewn apartment was akin to white tablecloths and candlelight; more that I thought, "How could food taste any better than this?"
That time is long gone. Now I eat the same meal, but I do it knowing full well there is better tasting food out there. I just can't afford it. So if my tastebuds have advanced to the point of realizing a can of liquid salt isn't nirvana, does that mean that Bell's Hopslam is bad? Let's see: a beer I loved years ago- check.
