Fluorescent pine-lime shirts billowed softly on the gently rotating clothesline. Sweet eucalypt smoke from a pot-bellied wood stove wafted across the yard in the frigid August air.
The tour was twenty-two venues in twenty-five days. Up the east coast. To begin with we were professional, clean, clinical. For such a mild-mannered bunch to go off the edge … Continue Reading Bridge Road Brewers – Mayday Hills Sour Amber Ale