Amy and I walked over to the Black Acre Garden for dinner and drinks last night, because she had had a rough week at school. They’ve been pretty solid troopers over there since the world shit the bed five months ago, opening the Garden ahead of schedule for the season due to the taproom still being out of commission due to last December’s fire; and even though they have constructed a spectacularly pain-in-the-ass slow-as-fuck system of ordering food and drink from your phone (thanks to fuckwit Joe Hogsett ass raping bars and nightclubs yet again), it still manages to be nice to sit outside and have a couple of drinks with someone you love. Unfortunately, An Unforgettable Luncheon was not much to write home about. The fruit flavor was very faint, buried under a mouth-puckering mountain of sour. At this point, I am almost positive that I have lost my taste for this style of beer.
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