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Ah, North Coast Brewing Old Stock Ale. (Photo stolen from these guys)
Or, as we call it in my greater family,
12.5% ABV (alcohol by volume). I hope that explains a few things.
Posted at 10:51 AM in Eat Up, Drink Up | Permalink
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May 16, 2011 at 08:06 AM
Tell him to stop at ONE and it should all be okay, Gramps. : )
May 14, 2011 at 11:32 PM
A son-in-law who fixes my things electronic, loves good beer. Will have to get some and stock if for AFTER he finishes fixing things
May 14, 2011 at 06:23 AM
Tasty stuff, right? But POWERFUL. Take it slow, Ron!
May 13, 2011 at 01:55 PM
The only thing that makes living in Mississippi tolerable is I can get CA wines and this beer here. Otherwise, I'd have to move back.
Audubon Ron |
May 13, 2011 at 01:46 PM
By all means, you should, Rick! As long as youre alone. And your electric bill is paid. And your pets are put up for the weekend somewhere safe. And your toilet bowl is squeaky clean, just in case. And you should hide all phones in case you feel like drunk dialing. But yeah, go for the full 4-pack! (HINT: The Beer That Ruined Thanksgiving was a 3-pack) : )
May 13, 2011 at 11:25 AM
Along the lines of the now familar, "You don't have to pay if you can eat the massive hamburger" advertisement, a "4 pack" sounds like a challenge ..... and I'm just the man to accept!
Rick's Cafe |
May 13, 2011 at 11:21 AM
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