"I’m glad I didn’t judge this book by its green exterior."
Light beers are acceptable, but in pandemic times it’s mostly nice to get knocked on your arse.
This sauce has helped pull us through the pandemic, one hoof in the ass at a time.
I say that to highlight the integrity that beers like Copper Legend by Jack’s Abby offer.
Inclusion is officially now a part of my regular rotation.
You’ll inhale a passage full of crispy haze, a subtle juicy moment of perfection that matches the gorgeous can that it comes in.
I have said for years that Connecticut beers can hang with those from Mass or the Empire State or anywhere; in some cases, they may even surpass.
An international IPA brewed with toasted rice, it’s like a unicorn canoeing down your throat, tapping Citra and Brazilian acerola cherry ores against every last taste bud.
Winter Hill’s home base doubles as a neighborhood bar, one where somebody might actually know your name. With the frigid months approaching, this is a place you’ll want to have on your cozy and comfortable list.
The idea is a saucy boom built on a full foundation, the spoils of which amount to a brilliant optical illusion.