"A congenital loser trapped in a dead-end profession from which he can derive no personal satisfaction, yet possessed of enough self-awareness to recognize the absurdity of his situation."
Loo-lah,
left, the housemade coffee liqueur at The Lift. A sensuous mixture
of vodka, molasses, coffee grounds, simple syrup. Surly Brewing'sCoffee
Bender oatmeal brown ale, right, is as close you can
get to a cold-press toddy, with beer. Excelsior!
A goblet of
Fox Brewing'sFox
Tail, left. See how erudite the schmuck holding it
looks? Stavropol [barrel-aged] Russian Imperial
Stout at Confluence
Brewing, right. Starts funky, then gives way to roasted
malt.
A pair of
pickled eggs at Hessen Haus,
left. Don't knock it until you try it. 'Special-needs' drinking
at Firetrucker Brewery,
right.
At the Beaver
Tap I only received a single peanut, left, for my quarter
spent. And it was rancid. The saddest thing one can imagine:
Guinness in a plastic tumbler, right. Courtesy of the Court Ave.
Mickey's Irish Pub.
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