drink once every few weeks. I go to dinner last night and as there
was a wait (welcome to the burbs), I decided to belly up against the
bar to watch a couple of college football highlights and put down a
few brewha's. The bartender showed me his draught menu and of course
I gravitated towards the Sam Winter Ale with all the Christmas lights
out and the chill in the air.
The problem is that all these Sam seasonals are decent going down but
the next morning i always feel like somebody is reenacting the
Revolutionary War in my stomach although I am happy to report the
little engine that could from Massachusets is taking down the big fat
European slob
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