At brewery #4 for the day, things usually start to get crazy. In the past, the 4th brewery meant the 4th pint but now that we have switched over to flights, the 4th brewery isn’t so wacky since 4 flights only equals about 2 pints each. We ordered up a round of beers that included the Dolly, Edmund, Cheech and the Arthur. We sat outside on a picnic table since record-high temps seemed to be subsiding and sipped on the blonde ale to beat the heat. The pale ale was not as hoppy as expected and the irish stout on nitro was smooth and creamy but the double IPA made us say “sheesh” when we drank it and tasted the hint of “dank”.
