I’m updating again!
No, I’m sure that’s not the big fucking news of the day.
Oh yeah, a new fucking craft beer and wine store opened around the corner from my place at 11 this morning. So I was there drooling in the parking lot at 10:55, staring down the doors. I heard a click and they let me in. To heaven.
I'd tap that.
The Community Tap’s the name, badass beer is the game. And that red and/or white shit made from stomping grapes or something.
Two neighborhood dudes, Ed and Mike, tricked their lovely wives into helping them start this shady business venture that was just made legal a mere 77 years ago.
I'm keeping this one clean, lest I pay more for beer.
Their plan is to set up shop in an underserved area (i.e. Greenville, SC) and provide quality libations for discerning ‘holics like myself.
Fucking morning drinkers, my kind of people.
They’ll accomplish this by taking beer and through magical technology, pumping it from a keg into a 64 oz. glass receptacle or “growler,” if you will. I even found a rare bottle of Stone-Victory-Dogfish Head‘s Saison du Buff.
Fill that shit to the top.
The guys were slinging growlers left and right. I got one of the last fills of Foothills Seeing Double a little over an hour into the grand opening.
They had to remind me this wasn't a bar and not to drink from the fucking bottle.
Mike, the talented shopkeep plays a little game called “I Spy.” I won. He spied delicious beer. An Avery Seventeen for me, kind sir! Wait, that’s how they get you to buy stuff!
Hey look kids, a beer!
Seriously, though. Sincere congrats to these fuckers. And many thanks for letting me come in guilt-free to buy a load of beer at 11 on a Thursday. Go in and support them. Just don’t tell ‘em I sent you unless you want to pay extra to cover my tab.
