Don’t get me wrong...I love me a good IPA, but to me drinking IPAs too much is like always having sex with the same woman.
Every once in a while you need to stray from your wife (IPA), and pay that scabby whore (Porter, Lager, Pils) you see hanging down by Walmart to hoover your bald butler.
Snow day today. Schools closed. I just got back from taking the dog for a long walk up at Killington. Just cracked an Otter Creek Drip Drop Coffee Stout (Middlebury, VT) and it’s amazing. Cheers, all.