Hey Mr. Bartender, Please don’t be so slow. Because I’ve got time for one more round and a six pack to go. – Hank Thompson, 1960
As the self-annointed No. 1 Cleveland-phile living outside of Northeast Ohio, I do my part by splurging on my hometown-brewed beers exported to Northern Virginia.
Maybe it was karma, harmonic convergence – or the $9.49 sale price – but I Erie-ly found myself one month ago staring at a Safeway display of Great Lakes Brewing Company‘s Commodore Perry “Don’t Give Up the Ship” IPA when my cell phone beeped about Kevin Love‘s season-ending injury.