When you buy a gag...
And it seems to go right...
Bought my husband an IPA (beer that is big here for some reason unbeknownst to me) because it was just a funny name. His version of 3 Best Friends.
He likes it. I took one sip and nearly gagged. Yeah my gag gift had me gagging.
He is a big fan of The Big Lebowski. Something else I will never understand about the man.
Dude Double IPA is from a local brewery. But still I am so over IPAs to save my life. Give me something with depth, complexity, MALT!
Ugh the German in me is seeping through again. But for me I took a friend's recommendation. From that I am growing my lists of to-trys.
As of this point I would recommend Belching Beaver Peanut Butter Milk Stout. I know, peanut butter and beer? Who would think that would work. Oh but it does. There is a richness, a creaminess, yet still having the malt flavor and robust complexity of a good stout.
Based on this choice I am interested in their other two sellers right now. The Mexican Peanut Butter Milk Stout - which should have a touch of cinnamon and heat if it is true to the name. It would be good for cooler fall months.
And their Milk Stout. I can only guess that it is the basis for the other two.
But those will be after the immediate next round... a barrel aged brew.
Drinking Death Eater Out.
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