QUIT falling for the communal delusions of “Best”. You have taste buds. USE ‘EM. Listen politely to what your friends say about your beer, your cat, your car, your house, your hair style and then forget it.
I don’t need to be the smart guy in the room. I DO need to be that guy sitting in his seat, a yelling his head off for the Kraken, sipping a great Washington indie beer that I didn’t have to smuggle in.
You have everything you need to determine what constitutes “best beers”, for your tastes, in your possession as you read this: Brain. Tongue. Maybe a bottle opener and glass. That’s IT.
Garrett Marrero is a Nice Guy. I will never meet him but if I did, I’d like him. I hope he makes 200 billion dollars and becomes governor of Hawaii…because he’d do the right thing with both of those.
There are certain things you HAVE TO DO to run any business. Gotta have some financing, gotta present yourself in a professional way, gotta step outside your frame and see how you stand in the market.
This is for my Michigander pals and not even in that beer-soaked state can I recommend a better place for you to buy something that your craft-addled geeky friends to find under the tree and absolutely lose their shit over.
I’m making this a two-fer of bottles that each richly deserve their own mega-watt spotlight. By comparison, this is like making Anthony Hopkins and Meryl Streep share one car headlight: doesn’t do justice to either but, at least, you can see ’em.
So, ya lookin’ for a little liquid cheer to help hammer a true SUCKFEST of a year into some vague, celebrational-ish shape? I gotcha, my sufferin’ brethren.
