Disclosure: I did not write the headline. That said, the headline is 100% correct.
Roasted, perhaps? Pureed? Carved out?
Surprisingly, there’s a lot to know other than the fact that you have to drink a lot of ’em to get buzzed.
About time I started putting my talents for drinking beer and eating food to good, practical use.
Meanwhile, Andy is catching up on his backlog.
One hop this time! Two hops this time! Three hops and a few hop products this time!
Out with the old, in with the new, wake up with a hangover, bud, that’s on you.
It’s still technically the holidays, right?
…yeah, I’m late running this on the blog, so let’s just keep the spirit of Thanksgiving going all year long.
A piece long in the making, long in the research, and long in its greater implications.
Delicious. A smoked beer is delicious.
We do. Sort of. Maybe? What do you think? We’re not sure. No one is.
Seriously, what is it, can anyone tell me?
Pretty sure Shakespeare asked a question like this once. Okay, sorry, I don’t have a good, witty excerpt for this piece, fine, you got me.
God, please, take my mead, take all of it, if I never drink another glass of mead again it’ll be too soon.
…and if you made it through that very long headline, here’s the article!
Divine provenance is great, but you know what’s better? Jester King’s provenance.
Not only “LGBTQ”-gay, but happy gay, because I don’t know how you could hang out on their roof deck and not be happy.
(And also New York.)