Last night, I picked up a 4-pack of Founders Harvest Ale. I was really stoked to grab one of these since Khan’s had recently tweeted they had got 5 cases in and all were gone within 5 hours. I stopped by Crown in Carmel and they had a few hidden away.
I popped one of these open and poured it into a glass. It looked almost like straw, with this gorgeous white head floatin’ on top. Smelled like Grapefruits. Tasted like grapefruits. This is one excellente beer. Seek it out peoples.
The powers of 90 Minute IPA combine with an English Strong Ale to become Burton Baton
Now where’d my pint glass go…
The facts: 10% ABV, 70 IBU’s
I have decided that a good beer turns you ears red and makes them tingle. I am drinking a good beer.
I have decided that college radio could be in it’s worst state ever. This is really quite pathetic seeing that indie music has been thriving. More than thriving, it’s been having a drunken rave right underneath record executives’ noses. So, why the hell has most college radio turned into molten crap? I don’t know, but I plan to begin my own movement towards spreading music excellence. I will sacrifice much, turn into a music-douche bag, and generally turn away most everyone’s opinion. All for your soon-to-be-listener’s ears.
One last decision… I have decided that Indianapolis has about as much personality as an itchy scrotum.
Good day.
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