Sunday my wife dragged me to Whole Paycheck for groceries. In a lame attempt to express my resentment of being dragged away from the TV, I bought several microbrews. Tonight I sampled The Pig.
Feh. Not bad, but so what? At this point in the microwbrew revolution, anyone can make an inoffensive beer. I'm looking for something memorable. This ain't it.
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I like Blind Pig, but I love Pliny the Elder, Russian River's DIPA. I haven't had the new bottled versions, so perhaps something gets lost in that delivery system, but on tap Pliny is a hop bomber that explodes at the back of your tongue. As inoffensive as you talking US/Israeli relations.
If you find it in a store, buy me one, would you?
Week 5 and my back is still fucked. Yesterday I had a 250 pound man apply his elbow with such force that I puddled the training table with flop sweat and understood for the first time what it meant get inside the pain.
Most fun since the appendectomy.
Maybe we will like be Spacemen 3 when we play. In rocking chairs.
I can't sit, but I'm ready for smack
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