Now in our third day in the Rose City and the stats are pleasing.
Beers consumed: 6 delicious imperial pints and counting
Black Blood of the Earth Distrributed to Portlanders: 2.5L and counting
Hours slept: not enough, but that’s the cost of fun.
To the folks at the Lucky Devil, McMennamins Imbrie Hall, and Deschutes Brewery, thank you for humoring the man with the strange stein and filling it with beer, but only charging me as if it were a normal pint. I happily explained how the steins worked to a few employees and interested fellow patrons at each place. When I shared my belief that beer should be consumed at the temperature it comes off the tap, one of the bartenders nodded sagely and declared, “That’s why I work behind the bar, man.”