Let me set the scene: I had already had a stouty and it was a Sunday afternoon in shit-weather February and I was in clean sweatpants and didn’t have to go anywhere for the rest of the day, and my wife and I were having a food party where we find a recipe video from the internet that has horribly cheesy music with whistles and xylophones, and we knock that shit out the park and be fat together like lovers do.
Two things: 1) I poured this too fast when I poured it and it head-splooshed all over the glass and table, so I had to lower my mouth on top of the glass and suck some head off of this and I FUCKING CLAPPED. And 2) I was so into this beer after my first huff of head that I snapped sexy photo after sexy photo and repeatedly told the glass to “work it.” No bullshite.
This is one of the best beers I’ve had in the history of Sundays where we sweatpants and stouts ourselves. Let’s give it up to Penrose for making me moist like a brownie down there, yeah? First, they craft up some of the crispiest IPA crispers in the area, and now they’re stouting stouties like this? THAT LIKE O’DELL AND THAT MOUNTAIN IPA, DOG. - Joel
From: Geneva, IL 🇺🇸
Beer: Samoa Stout