Let the hops save me.

Much better.

The Local saved my ass last night, so much so that a shower beer was not needed (though fear not, I'm due for one soon) and I could go home feeling relaxed and sleep like a proverbial log. It never ceases to amaze me how fucking awesome a few pints of Smithwicks taste when fall is fast approaching.


Mmm... roasty malty goodness.