They wear flannels, trucker hats, non-prescription glasses, ironic t-shirts, and coincidentally have never really tried the beer brand.
From chocolate-layered imperial stouts to bitter and balanced IPAs.
There are only 500 bottles up for grabs, and you have to pick it up in Chicago.
Bandit doesn't like a thirsty owner.
The 40,000-brew quest doesn't involve any actual drinking.
The resemblance is too strong in this one, it tells the U.S. patent office.
Filling the demand nobody knew they had.
Townspeople have no doubt already devised ways to tap it.
"Literally 1,000 young drunk/hungover kids" got stranded in an airport "the size of a gas station."
They certainly don't want the beer company to paint all of its lampposts electric blue.
Choc Lobster sounds like a joke beer. Turns out it's perfect for summer.
Talk about really useful superpowers.
"Hand-shaved" black Perigord truffles are the reason for its astronomical price tag.
Or Bushmills, or Baileys, or apparently anything else from Diageo.
He and the beer are both "smooth and elegant" with "a bit of a wild side."
It's Natty vs. Natty in North Carolina.
It’s possible to embark on the hops-and-malt-driven equivalent of a wine-tasting weekend in Napa without ever leaving town.
He may be "Iron Man" and all, but he's still not having any part of the tin can.