As I sit here in work, just finishing off a Banana Nut Muffin, which I very strategically left for myself yesterday, I need to tell you all about a beer I tasted last night. It was incredible. It was fantastic. It tasted like a SON OF A BITCHIN’ BLUEBERRY MUFFIN. A good one too. Not some run of the mill, dinky doodle little coffee shop Blueberry Muffin. I’m talking about one of those huge fuck off giant blueberry muffins with crumbles falling everywhere and blueberries so juicy they shoot their juices into your eye. If this isn’t getting you wet yet, then nothing will.
Sea Dog. Go get some. Tell ‘em Hamish sent you.