Just returned from Lucky Baldwin's Pub in Pasadena. What a heavenly experience that was! I split a bottle of Duvel with Mr. Hill that contained a quite distinguished head, that left me reeling like Ali after 15 rounds with Frazier. This shit has the efficiency of George Foreman's wife's ovaries. You can just count on it to fuck you up in the most sincerest of Belgian fashion. Hazaar!!!!! Before that I tried the Craftsman Hefeweizen, (Yes not the poppyfields, but the real fucking deal!) This brew was Julie Andrews shatting to the sounds of music.
A new hangout has been found folks! Out is the hamburger stand run by an obese cockpeddling pupusa. In is the holy sanctuary of sanctimonious skullsplitting pandefuckingmonium!!! BEER BEER BEER!!!