So, Wales and I go down to New Kent for a wine tasting and end up with wine-drunk zip lining off a roof, an automatic arsenal, 4 100+ lb german sheppards, and a lunar module/planetarium shaped house. That’s exactly the fuck how I roll.
Holy shit! I thought Widmer had nothing good to offer, but this pitch black IPA just made me its bitch. Rich and chocolatey with the perfect hoppy bite. It’s the perfect beer for telling “I kicked a guy out” stories with other bartenders.