Wherein I learn some lessons about siphoning, and make some decisions about branding.
Tag: Beer
I learn some things, learn some words, try to make some beer, get mad about some stuff, and embark on a new journey of personal discovery.
Stout. Stout. Pour it all out. These are the brews I can’t live without.
In which the unthinkable happens: I defend Hamilton and slag Toronto a little.
Because if you can’t have bread, you’ll want to at least still get drunk to forget about that fact.
“Ristretto” is Italian for “limited”, which is what my capacities are after a single glass.
You’re gonna fly away, glad you’re goin’ my way
I love it when we’re Cruisin’ together.
The Fraudsters' Almanac 