beernesday

the fourth stop on my little san francisco pub crawl and the last stop where i took any notes or photos was gestalt, a bike courier bar a couple of doors up 16th from monk's kettle totally down to earth food and decor i want to know how they came up with a vegan tuna melt... the vegan brats are amazing - i don't think any meat-eater could find fault with them (my very cocky notes read:  "i challenge any meat eater to NOT be satisfied by the vegan brats here.  challenge.  it's open.  name your price.  but be willing to LOSE!" - i think it is a very good thing this was the last of the notes i managed to take!) unfortunately they were out of my first two choices (wipeout ipa and tricerahops) so i went with one i've had before in a bottle, lagunitas hop stoopid delicious and oh so hoppy also quite a high alcohol percentage (which seemed to be the theme of my night - ouch!) stacey had the pilsner, alison had a weihenstephan (dark wheat) and alex went...

and the final installment in my foray into lagunitas ipas,  the hop stoopid! practically jumped out of the bottle huge head on the vigourous pour very pale in the glass, and a little cloudy enormous hop nose 102 ibus big hop flavour that keeps on giving 102 ibus think that's enough for you? it sure works for me! i'd drink it again! on the bottle:  ""give it to mikey... he'll drink anything..!"  up the bomber went in toast, then to his lips, and what happened next could not have been foreseen.  hop stoopid, a slick re-animator green fluid oozed from the bottle.  when it crossed his teeth and came in contact with the bitterness flavor receptors on his tongue, his eyes rolled back in his head, he did a sort of death ratter, a cloud crossed the sun, and all his hair fell out.  a spot on the side of his cheek blistered and a little bit of juice squirted out laterally starting a small fire.  the rest of his head did the indiana jones melting ...