When my friend went up and ordered a round of Miller Chills last night, the bartender responded, most appropriately, “Are you serious?” It’s cool that a bar with no intention of selling it accepts kickbacks from their distributor to advertise the stuff. Free money for Al’s Tavern. Little did they know that some of us cannot resist a marketing onslaught – not because we think we’ll discover a tasty and refreshing summer sipper, but because we are daring beverage adventurers. We drink things like Miller Chill because they are there. We understand the risks. As we gulped down our first and last round, we tried to figure out how best to describe the stuff, and what we came up with is this. Imagine if Sprite was susceptible to “skunking”, that process whereby beer gets chilled and then unchilled and then driven around in your trunk for a few months during the summer and then rechilled in your basement refrigerator from the fifties and then somehow it doesn’t taste so good, but you drink it anyway. If that happened to Sprite – if you could skunk it – then that’s how you would make Miller Chill at home. I think it’s better left to the professionals though. Personally, I wouldn’t touch the stuff.