Breakfast Of Champions

     In my world, there are two kinds of people, those who eat breakfast and the sorry sacks who don't. Now,  I can already hear the screams all the way up here on top of old Kepler Mountain. "But I don't have time for breakfast, I got to go to work" Well stop the presses!!! Get that Action News Van here stat! People have to get up and  go to work in the morning? Where is the damn liberal media

The Railroad Evolution Update

     Don't even get me started. If you don't know by now, how lazy and disorganized I can get at times, well, you don't know me. There has been a few things on my plate since the last time we chatted, but this last week has been a royal pain in the....  It started off with a last minute trip to the Doctor's last Friday and I ended up with my once every 10 year bottle of antibiotics . There goes

Can You Smell What They Won't Be Cooking?

From our good friends at Foobooz today, it looks like it will be "the last bottle left"



Ernesto Anastastio III Says: 
September 21st, 2012 at 10:34 am

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Sadly, I am writing to inform you that Bella Vista has ceased doing business in any capacity with the people behind the Farmers Cabinet/Boilermakers
retailers immediately. Bella Vista has dealt with them

What I Did On My Summer Vacation

                                                        I drank good beer. The end.

Mr. Bengel, you get back in this classroom and write a proper post or you will be sitting in the principals office until winter!

Yes Mrs. Dingleberry, I promise I will get right on it......

Beer Morals Part 2

                                           What would you do, if you got this opportunity?

"The Crazy Ass Bar and Grill,  is proud to announce that on Labor Day weekend, for the first time ANYWHERE in the world, we will be pouring every Trappist beer, ever made, ON DRAFT!  Yes, that includes all three Westvleteren beers! It is first come, first served. Cash only! DO NOT MISS THIS!
*Please no

Beer Morals

     Once again I sit at my very cramped desk, with the same damn thought that I have had for quite some time now. Why are these idiots still in business? Why oh why do I have to carry the torch of common sense? And trust me folks, that is saying a lot right there. Where are the pitchforks and vigilantes? Where is the holiest of all beer folk rising up to stop this madness once and for all? Where

Jack On A Stick: Redux

     Ah, memories, like the corner of my liver. Distant flowing beery memories, of the way it was. Mr Curtin's trip down memory lane sparked this thought inside my empty head. Has anyone seen those many long lost photos of Jack on a stick? I don't think so. Now for the first (and hopefully the last) time, you too can revel in the glory that was the short, but quite fruitful adventures of JOAS!

The End Is Near

     That title alone should garner a few blog hits over the next couple of weeks. Yes indeed,  it is almost the end of Philly Beer Week. Today as a matter of fact. One more trip into the city before I begin some type of cleansing/detoxing/dieting to remove all the evilness I have been putting in my body since Suburban Beer Week and two weeks in Belgium. And of course PBW for dessert. Got one or

The Other One And 50



The one and only

 Here he is, in all his unknowing glory. I helped con Mr. Rubeo last week in Belgium, by making him go into 2BE to buy beer with me for a so called happy hour. But I had a more devious plan. Make him drink a beer with me while a surprise party was being planned for him back at the apartments. Some people have all the tough jobs. Was I worried that he would say no to a beer