The pilsner came home with me in a growler, and then to Bob’s house where we consumed it in earnest. Nothing like the taste of a fresh pilsner to cut through the heat of a sweltering day.
The people at Buzzards Bay (Westport, MA) are pretty cool.
The guy pulling the taps said he had had a choice to do this job or study at a university in Beirut, Lebanon. In retrospect, I think he feels he’s glad not to be in Beirut right now, having to be evacuated.