After many years, I had a long-due reunion with a friend, George, in Zagreb, Croatia. He had work in nearby Ljubljana, Slovenia, so we agreed to meet on Saturday at the Opatovina Craft Beer Festival. Like most college students, we had spent our first years chugging Nattys, Bud Lights and 40ozs. I had moved on to craft beer; he was still (in his words) “an Asian who only needs 3 beers to get drunk”. This was a Zagreb Beercation for Craft Beer Virgins.
