After last Sunday’s excursion, I sniffed around online for information on the beers we encountered. I decided to put together a guide for what was on the shelf. Let’s start with the quirky ones.

From the brewery of Flying Dog (yes, there is such a thing). This I’m having on the next drive-by. Their odd sense of humor won me over.

This reminds me of that ridiculous song that goes, “In heaven there is no beer, that’s why we drink it here.” The folks at the Rogue Brewery clearly do not follow that line of reasoning. They think it’s possible to get hammered posthumously.  In honor of that belief, they came up with this:

Unbeknownst to the Trappist monks, the name of their acclaimed brew holds an entirely different meaning around these parts. Despite our collective reverence for the clergy, it will be hard to hold back our amusement. They need to be informed.

To be continued…

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