I was very lucky to be included in an exhibition recently so I brought along a mixed 12 pack of Harpoon beer to the opening reception. There was a UFO White which I’d seen before but not tried. I sampled it earlier tonight. There was drama. Continue reading

They say sharks in captivity don’t eat the divers that swim with them because they’re always fed prior to the divers entering the aquarium and therefore aren’t hungry enough to hunt the dope who’s practically already in their mouth. Our mastiff Hero is not quite sharky,  more like a lovable rugby player who’s favorite playmates weigh about 30lbs. He pretty much fits their entire heads in his mouth and he likes to chew on their craniums. My wife assures our frantic friends that he almost always spits them out. So far so good.

In an effort to continue the spittage-outage of the friend’s dogs and my hands and wifey’s bum, I made a trip to the store to get yet another giant bag of giant puppy food. Along the way I stopped at Fannon’s of Natick where there’s always a great selection of craft brews. I figured BBC’s Traditional Pale didn’t sound very sexy but they haven’t disappointed me in the past so I threw it into the mix. Continue reading

Poppa-outlaw had the misfortune to share his 65th birthday with Father’s Day this year. Poppa-outlaw had the fortune of passing his eldest daughter off to a man who become a considerate son-in-law and who really wanted to make him feel special this year. Sadly the stripper team canceled last minute so I had to scramble to get a new gift for him. Wifey helped tremendously and we ended up with a giant basket of mostly bomber bottles covering a wide range of beers that I thought he might enjoy. I threw in some cheese and crackers including an aged cheddar called Dubliner from Kerrygold, one of my favorite Irish molds.

Among the many beers I plucked from the shelf for his gift basket was a six pack of Left Hand’s Polestar Pilsner. Poppa can’t handle the barleywines and Double IPAs are a stretch for him but he can suck down the light lagers until the cows come home. Nope, no idea where that expression comes from. He kindly offered me a bottle to take home and try which I accepted slightly red-faced since I’d already pilfered one of every duplicate beer we had given him. In fact they were already loaded in the car ready to go home. Continue reading