Well, a lot of people were disappointed that the world didn’t end last week. The fact that we’re all still here, livin’, lovin’, and tuggin’ got a lot of people questioning their faith. Well, I say, “Hey you nuts! I got proof of the almighty right here in my hand: Sixpoint in cans!” Sixpoint Bengali Tiger IPA to be exact. I drank this one on the roof of my apartment building - the beer delicious, the experience novel.
Sixpoint has been a favorite of mine since they opened. I have watched them mature as a brewery, and have seen the beers go from solid to phenomenal. I remember the first time I had a Sixpoint. It was 2007 at Soho Park, a great place that sells large exceptional burgers that you eat while listening to fun techno music, DJ’d by a pleasant person, at a reasonable volume (to get a true sense of Soho Park, please imagine the opposite of what I have just described).
Never having seen this particular beer before, I ordered a Sixpoint Sweet Action. They had the Righteous Ale, and the Bengali Tiger, but I was drawn to the Sweet Action – damn, the name was just so sexy. So sexy you could almost impregnate a waitress just by ordering one. Well, long story short, I almost became a father four times that long thirsty night. That’s right, I had three beers…and made a small mistake (let’s just say that Sixpoint in cans isn’t the only thing I’m glad is available at the 24 hour Duane Reade. Hello!)
-Erich
This blog rules, and your stories are entertaining and hilarious.
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