I’m in North Carolina working this week, and the company I’d doing work for has a beer and snacks bash every Friday afternoon. The beer selection wasn’t bad, if you’re willing to admit that Pabst Blue Ribbon is really relabelled moose urine.
Imagine my sheer delight, though, when I discovered this tap:
Crispin Cider is made back home in Minnesota, and it is pretty gosh-darned good. (Their seasonal honeycrisp apple cider is a quantum leap above it, and is the most outstanding commercial hard cider I’ve ever tasted.)
Ah, it’s nice to know that Carolinians have good taste. It’s also comforting to visit the place where The Spouse and I left our first engagement announcement: