Don’t tell Harper, but she’s joining us for Happy Hour at Melton’s
tonight. If she were old enough, she would appreciate the piney
goodness of the Bridgeport IPA in front of her.

Until she is, I’ll gladly handle that chore on her behalf.

Cheers!

With so many options available to commemorate an occassion as worthy as the 39th anniversary of your birth, my choice was pretty obvious.

I may not be able to choke down Goldschläger shots anymore, but I am up for drinking Maximus, a syrupy, minty hop explosion. Thank you Lagunitas Brewing Company, for helping me make this birthday a happy, (very) hoppy one.

Cheers!

Culture clash, or cultural head-on collision? I’ll let you be the judge. All I know is when you get four college friends together for a guys’ weekend, you need a beer. Stat. And the bodega offerings weren’t all that enticing (Ed Hardy lager? REALLY?).

It’ll get better soon…for now, we toast to getting the band back together.

It’s time for another college reunion/guys’ weekend, and this time we’re doing right — Las Vegas.

While there will be plenty of buffet eating, card playing and hangover nursing to be had, I’m looking forward to getting into some west coast beers I can’t find in the ATL.

To start, Alaskan Amber, as a bright spot during an otherwise unspectacular stay at a Courtyard in Summerlin (thanks, Priceline!). While excited at first to meet an old friend, I’m surprised by how flat it tastes Perhaps my recent infatuation with IPAs is affecting my perception of malty brew. In any event, I’ll be shopping for some Deschutes and other stuff to bring home.

Thankfully, I have lots of aluminum-clad liquid morale to choose from to weather our winter storm:

(left to right) Ska Brewing’s Modus Hoperandi [amazing IPA with loads of Centennial character]; Fat Tire [sure]; Maui Brewing’s Coconut Porter [don't laugh until you've tried it -- it is a solid choice]; and Oskar Blues’ Gordon [hugely hoppy red ale].

If things get desperate, I’ll dive into the stash of bombers for reinforcements.