This is my second steet-fair beer blog post. What can I say? I find an unexpected beer offered on the side of the road irresistible. It’s like lemonade stand, minus the being a stupid waste of space. You stop what you’re doing, put your journey on hold for a moment, and take an opportunity to make things all about you. It’s a nice thing to stop and smell the roses sometimes -- or, if you live in Park Slope, lesbians. I treasure those moments, where you have nothing to do, nowhere to be, and no one to say, “Hey, watch it there, Mr. Joel."
The beer I went for after stumbling upon outdoor festivities last weekend was a Sixpoint Harbinger. It’s a Saison, and it’s, as the English say, “rawthah niiiice!” It was so good, that I didn’t feel like stopping to take a picture of it while I was drinking it. That’s why I was left with such a disappointing visual element this post. An empty cup. An empty seat. An empty kebab foil. Oh yeah, I had a kebab…
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