The Blasphemous Brew of Nameless Gods
When Benito comes over to taste wine, he habitually brings a gift, and today was no different from other occasions. Traipsing through the door, he handed me a black and silver can and said, "Try the beer that drinks like a port."
The beer that drinks like a port? Nay, brethren, like a porterhouse steak!
This was the Ten Fidy Imperial Stout from the Oskar…
