Tweet To address the haters: firstly, there is no need to continue referring to me as “The Ass Messer,” as I have begun a prescription regimen to address my leakage concerns. Secondly, this is a different beer than the Barrel […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Tweet Kids today don’t drink like they used to. Nor do adults. Some people might say this is because some kind of personal fault, like because you and I ain’t as masculine as our forefathers. That explanation doesn’t work for […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
TweetEver since Dustine selfishly came down with cancer, I’ve been running this beershow all by my lonesome. This has exhausted the limits of my limp, shitty writing process, which consists of stealing jokes from Laffy Taffy wrappers and coming up […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Tweet Let’s say you’re at a rockin’ party, circa 1985. It’s way New Wave. The host is dressed shamefully, like Eddie Murphy in Raw. The chicks (it’s still okay to call them “chicks” back now) all look awful, their faces […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Tweet I’ve never trusted the goth aesthetic. For personal reasons. The kids who adopted the clown-white personas in high school were shitty little wieners in middle school, the kind of terrifying children who got their kicks by disemboweling Beanie Babies […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Tweet I got no idea where quality comes from. It’s certainly not drive, or patience, or practice, or even talent. Funding doesn’t seem to make a difference, either, at least in the sense that pouring a bunch of money into […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Tweet First up, we got a mint chocolate stout from Perennial. Delicious, though not quite the Girl Scout Cookie in a Glass I was hoping it would be. That’s because they use actual mint, not sorbitol. Mint, it turns out, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Tweet Ever since I had Toppling Goliath’s otherwordly Mornin’ Delight, I’ve been jonseing hard for more maple beer–sneaking Cadillac Mountain bottles into IHOP, grossing out the dudes outside the roller derby by taking hits from an Aunt Jemima bottle in […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Tweet Three separate times, from three separate people, I’ve been told a sad story regarding Humulus: they ordered it (twice after being told that Younger was no longer on tap), and then some frat boy drunkards gave them shit. “Dude, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Tweet Decorah is a weird little town. It’s uncharacteristically gorgeous for Iowa, surrounded by large verdant hills so tall and imposing it feels almost like you’re in the Pacific Northwest. The town is connected to a little private college, and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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