Week 8: Life and Limb 10% ABV

Phone: "Ring Ring Rreeeeeiing"

Sierra Nevada: "Hello"

Dogfish Head: "Yo-daddio"

Dogfish Head: "Dude, you guys make good beers n stuff."

Sierra Nevada: "Ch-ya"

Dogfish Head: "So like, you wanna go out?"

Sierra Nevada: "Like go steady go out?"

Dogfish Head: "Yeah like collaborate and maybe go to the mall afterwards"

Sierra Nevada: "Like, whatever"

Dogfish Head: "Rock on, well you start making a beer and then I'll add some secret sauce"

Sierra Nevada: "uhhhhhh"

Dogfish Head: "Not that secret sauce, I'm thinking something more like Maple Syrup"

Sierra Nevada: "As long as you're paying, whatever"

Sierra Nevada: "You know I have a yeast problem right?"

Dogfish Head: "It's cool I've got some wood we can use"

Sierra Nevada: "I have wood too"

Dogfish Head: "Ok thats creepy"

Sierra Nevada: "Ch-yaaa"

Dogfish Head: "......."

Dogfish Head: "Does this mean no date to the mall?"

Sierra Nevada: " :)"

Sierra Nevada: "Bye"

Dogfish Head: "Lates"

Week 7: Russian River Redemption 5% ABV

Like all the greats quests of lore; Amerigo Vespucci's trip to Amerigo's Land, Ulysses' Odyssey to bang Sea Sirens, Frodo Baggins and Temple of Doom, so to was Don's quest to the far off country of Caleef Fornia in search of LARP'ers unknown! Dressed in regalia that of a perhaps a half Blood Elf, Don fought wizards and warriors by day, and drank great beer by night. In a convention center that would make members of GWAR blush, Don discussed the intricacies of rolling a d20 against a level 12 Frost Mage, which as we all know, makes any Death Knight thirsty. To quench his monster thirst, Don quested to the Mines of Moria also know as the Russian River Brewery in search of the Treasures of Azeroth, also known as Beer. After slaying the dragon guarding the horde, and a $55 dollar surcharge, Don returned to Newt Hampshire Hollow victorious with his bounty of grog for all to see!!! Behold and Rejoice serfs!!! Redemption Ale for all!!!

Week 6: Gritty's Best Bitter 5.00% ABV

This weeks beer holds a special placard in my repertoire of beers. Back when the author was a wee heavy lad of not drinking age, Gritty's was the go to beer of choice. The plan usually revolved around finding a friend of drinking age, usually "Dumbweed Dunphe" and having them order a pitcher at some place on the docks of the Old Port. Like a suckling pig weaning to health on the teat of mothers milk, so to was a young lad learning the flavors of the world on carafe after carafe of Gritty's Best Bitter. Ahh the sweat nectar of life!

Week 5: Long Trail Triple Bag 9.20%ABV

The Urban Dictionary defines Triple Bag as "before engaging in sex with a butt ugly chick, you place one paper bag over her head, one over your head in case the first one breaks and one over your dog so that he still respects you in the morning." The same can be said for anyone lucky enough to pound a couple of these beers, because you'll surely regret it the next morning. Moooo!