Regretfully (as I do not have
Matt access to it) I would have to say a home brew found nestled among grape pies, finger lakes and majestic vineyards. Having taken comfort in the basement refrigerator, I now find myself wishing he couldn't brew! If not for him the shelves in central Florida would have stock of IPA. Dang him for bending my tonque with 110 IBU rating or so of his English IPA! The brewmaster I refer too? Can't remember his name
but I can remember his wife’s name! Jane Whitbeck!
Truer words have never been spoken,
Brewmaster, “The waiting is the hardest part...â€Â
Right. I am counting the days till the Nor’East Rally!
A hilarious rendition by Jane’s husband of the sound of music…
Doh, A beer, I'll have another beer
Ray, the man that sells me beer
Me, the guy that drinks the beer
Fa, it doesn't rhyme with beer
So, I think I'll have another beer
La, la la la la beer
Tea, no thanks I'd rather have a beer
Doh, A beer, I'll have another beer
