It was another beautiful day in the old town. The parking lot was filling up, the outside was filling up, and it was getting near that time to tap those firkins. There was however, one small glitch. There was no bartender for the outside. Now I wasn't wearing any shirt that had a big s on it. (Maybe bs) But since I got Mr. O into it, the least I could do is help out. So with one giant leap for beer, and another for session kind, I opened up the outside bar. It was sweet revenge on one hand, watching my friends almost having to be nice to me to get a beer. On the other hand, it was work, but very fun work. The purpose of the night was to see if the burbs could drink cask beer. The final grade B-. Nothing that night got kicked, but with 3 of them, we did put a little hurt on them. If we would have had two instead of three, maybe we kick one. The only thing we did kick, was some snobs. Tie score.
JUST THE FACTS
- Dan Bengel
- Hello there, maybe you found this site by luck, or maybe I told you about it. Whatever the case may be, welcome! This is not some fancy blog, with me posting on it all day, but one that has "just the facts". You know, the important things in life. The tap list, events coming up, and specials. Yeah, I'm even going to comment on some of the stuff I will be doing here. So grab a beer and relax, the show is getting ready to start.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
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2 comments:
Well done Dan! You're a firkin tappin' machine.
That almost sounded vulgar ;-)
I hope the leftovers were still good.
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