Could you beam me somewhere, Mister Scott?
Any old place here on Earth or in Space
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot
Any old place here on Earth or in Space
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot
-J.Buffett, Boat Drinks
Summer going full speed. Back bays churned with the crowded boat traffic. Occasional spray of the wake on your skin. Smell of salt in the air. Early dinner at the Reel Inn dock bar. Another stoked weekend of Jet cruisin'. Life on the water.
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Bacon wrapped shrimp...how can you go wrong? |
After washing the boat down and rinsing off, it's nice to end an evening with a backyard bonfire, salted winds off the river, sippin' on a bourbon, or... a Bourbon Barrel-Aged Imperial Stout. Ok, ok. Know what you're thinkin'. Heat of the the summer. Fire. Heavy beer. Dude! It's bourbon barrel-aged! Mellows out the day. Besides, it'd been sittin', agin', callin' my name. Firestone Walker's Paraboloid. Smooth. Obsidian black pour. Dark, Coppertone-tan head. Thick, sticky, tan lacing. Notes of mocha, cherry, and vanilla in the aromas. Flavors immediately morphed into burnt oak and bourbon, fudge, and continued hints of vanilla. Bitterness of dark chocolate combined seamlessly with the 43 IBU hop finish. Not gonna lie. At 13% ABV, one was enough to close the night. A+ rating. Sweet!
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