The Bar Towel

I couldn't wait for St. Patty's Day, my inner Leprechaun wouldn't let me. Four bottles of Wild Irish in the basement and patience is not one of my virtues. Love that tightly bubbled chocolate brown head stoically protecting its' elixir from the elements. No protection from the likes of me, though. Its' nuances are particularly satisfying at the end of the work week.

Slainte

I like that Rogue stout as well. Funny thing I was in the local liquor store (brampton) and the guy tells me he had a whole case to get rid of, didn't sell he said. I took a couple off him but i already had a fridge full of St Amboise Oatmeal (that i stocked up on passing through Georgetown (of all places) one night, they dont carry it in Brampton) Man livin' in the burbs sucks.