It's a holiday weekend which, obviously, means y'all are lucky enough to get to back-to-back posts from me (before a pre-Christmas in July hiatus). Like yesterday's post, today's beer was brought on by external factors. Like yesterday, we'll get into it.
For now, sit down, crack open a beer of your own, and throw on some metal (click this for that last part; I have you covered). We're doing 3 Floyds' Rites of Ramm.
Beer, from the bottle.
I've never been one for fluff. As such, and specifically for this blog, I drink my beer as it's presented to me: from the bottle or can. That way you know exactly what you'll get if you run out and buy something I review (assuming, of course, that you drink it straight from its production container). Is it the way a brewer intends his or her product to be consumed? Probably not. But it's as close to straight from the barrel as we beer drinkers can get. It's pure. And I'm a purist.
My cats, Purrl, Háma, and Henrietta (and sometimes Lottie the dog), get in on the fun, too.