IT’S SPOOKY HALLOWEEN BEER SEASON! HOW DO I DO THE DEMON EMOJI, THE EGGPLANT EMOJI AND THE SCARED BY A GHOST EMOJI ON A WEBSITE SOMEONE HELP.
- Sunflower Brown Brown ale made with malted sunflowers in addition to malted barley. 4.0% ABV.
- Pickle Evader. We turned Fuzzy Pickles up to 11 on this one. 9.4% ABV.
- Jeffeweizen. It’s a hefeweizen! We know u love them! 4.5% ABV.
- 61 Schilling. Peaty scottish ale a wee bit less intense than the Divine Hag. We switched peated malt suppliers and the phenol profile on this guy is CRAZY. 6.1% ABV.
- Gruit out of Hell. The sirens are screaming, and the fires are howling
Way down in the valley tonight
There’s a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye
And a blade shining oh so bright
There’s evil in the air and there’s thunder in the sky,
And a killer’s on the bloodshot streets
And down in the tunnels where the deadly are rising
Oh, I swear I saw a young boy down in the gutter
He was starting to foam in the heat
Oh, baby you’re the only thing in this whole world
That’s pure and good and right
And wherever you are and wherever you go
There’s always gonna be some light,
But I gotta get out, I gotta break out now
Before the final crack of dawn
So we gotta make the most of our one night together
When it’s over, you know,
We’ll both be so alone
Like a gruit out of hell I’ll be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over, like a gruit out of hell, I’ll be gone, gone, gone
Like a gruit out of hell I’ll be gone when the morning comes
But when the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlight’s shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of Heaven
I’ll come crawling on back to you
I’m gonna hit the highway like a gruittering ram
On a silver-black phantom bike
When the metal is hot, and the engine is hungry
And we’re all about to see the light
Nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole,
And everything is stunted and lost
And nothing really rocks, and nothing really rolls,
And nothing’s ever worth the cost
Well I know that I’m damned if I never get out,
And maybe I’m damned if I do,
But with every other beat I’ve got left in my heart,
You know I want to be damned with you
If I gotta be damned, you know I want to be damned
Dancing through the night with you/
Well if I gotta be damned, you know I want to be damned,
Gotta be damned, you know I want to be damned
Gotta be damned, you know I want to be damned
Dancing through the night,
Dancing through the night,
Dancing through the night with you
Oh, baby you’re the only thing in this whole world
That’s pure and good and right
And wherever you are and wherever you go
There’s always gonna be some light,
But I gotta get out, I gotta break out now
Before the final crack of dawn
So we gotta make the most of our one night together
When it’s over, you know,
We’ll both be so alone
Like a gruit out of hell I’ll be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over, like a gruit out of hell, I’ll be gone, gone, gone
Like a gruit out of hell I’ll be gone when the morning comes
But when the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlight’s shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of Heaven
I’ll come crawling on back to you
Then like a sinner before the gates of Heaven
I’ll come crawling on back to you
Well I can see myself tearing up the road, faster
Than any other boy has ever gone
And my skin is raw, but my soul is ripe,
And no one’s gonna stop me now, I’m gonna make my escape
But I can’t stop thinking of you,
And I never see the sudden curve until it’s way too late
And I never see the sudden curve until it’s way too late
Then I’m down in the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun,
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike,
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart, still beating,
Breaking out of my body and flying away
Like a gruit out of hell
Then I’m down in the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun,
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike,
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart,
Still beating still beating
Still beating still beating
Breaking out of my body, and flying away
Like a gruit out of hell
Oh, like a gruit out of hell
Oh, like a gruit out of hell
Oh, like a gruit out of hell (I’ll be gone when the morning comes)
Oh, like a gruit out of hell (I’ll be gone when the morning comes)
Oh, like a gruit out of hell. 6.66% ABV. - Saison of the Wyche. Black saison for a black season. 8.0% ABV.
- Meteor IPA. Flagship IPA from the brewery least likely to have one. 5.0% ABV.
- Coriander IPA. American IPA dosed with coriander at the end of boil. Trust us, it rules. 4.7% ABV.
- #Basic Blonde: It’s a very simple, very good blonde ale. Nobody’s gotta write a book about it, unless we dig up Marcel Proust I guess. 4.5% ABV.
- American Strong Ale: Malty with a very long finish. 5.6% ABV.
GUEST TAPS
- Seattle Semi-Sweet Cider. Gluten free! $5
- Stag. Steak, taters and gravy. Pints only. $3.
On deck: NOTHINGGGGGGG.