Hall of Beers

And… yet another deep doff of the cap. What… a… beer. I finally spotted a Sam Adams Holiday Pack the other day and leapt onto it, shattering every bottle and injuring a small Navajo boy. I wept at the lost beer for several hours and then, assured the young lad was resting soundly, went out [...]

This entry could well be called “reviews” rather than the singular, but I chose to focus on one beer out of many (like certain American mottoes. Awwww yeah) to really review. Why it’s:

So Brigadier Bock and I gathered around the table with the following braus: