#117 - sexy black-haired mamas.

who doesn't love a sexy black-haired mama? if you don't you're a communist. actually, there are a lot of sexy black-haired mamas in china, so i'm not sure if i still mean that or not. i mean, i sort of often have a thing for redheads & that may or may not have to do with some sort of weird freudian "my mom has red hair" thing that i don't want to get into but black hair: i enjoy it quite a bit. who doesn't? since back in the time when men were still men & wars were still wars & pinup girls were still pinned up by pins, there was bettie page, one of playboy's first centerfolds & for me, basically the babe ruth of black-haired mamas. seriously, how many black-haired women since her have to some degree carved themselves in her image? if you said "seven," aim higher.

nowadays, it seems like black-haired babes aren't doing enough to prop up the breed. sure portland, oregon's suicide girls have been around for a while now & their first book is adorned with a girl with jet-black hair, a girl who also became the logo of the site for a while. mmm. mary. rose mcgowan gave it a shot for a while but she doesn't even have black hair any more & other than that, for black-haired babes, we're now left with katy perry's faux or not faux lesbianism & vanessa hudgens' high school musical camera phone nudity (NSFW). zooey deschanel & robin tunney have tried their best, but they can only do so much. maybe i'm missing somebody besides them (does bjork still have black hair?) but they aren't coming to mind at the moment.

speaking of black hair, there's been a slight to-do in recent months over the fact that kristen stewart (one of the stars of the tweentabulous twilight movies) has died her hair jet-black to play joan jett in an upcoming movie about 70's band the runaways. scout taylor compton as lita ford! not black hair. anyway, i guess kristen stewart's hair didn't used to be that black, so TMZ has to report on that. i refuse to make a judgment on the positive aspects of such a hair color, as she just turned 18 back in april & that'd be creepy. as for her playing joan jett, the more young girls that discover joan jett the better. go jett-black hair.

...so all i'm saying is that it's going to be winter soon & i'm pretty sure cosmo recommends winter as a perfect time to dye your hair black, ladies. a lot of us think the black hair is sexy. i'm not saying that you have to venture into goth or cure/smiths territory, but i'll definitely notice you. maybe you're a bit apprehensive about making such a drastic change to your hair color. that's understandable. would it change your mind if i told you that madonna once had black hair? no? what if i told you she just dyed her hair black back tonight at the hotel suite after the copenhagen show?...that's what i thought. black is the new black.

#117 - sexy black-haired mamas.
snack: route 11 mama zuma's habanero chips
drink: lagunitas lucky 13 ale



in the spirit of spiciness, the other night, i had a bag of route 11 mama zuma's habanero chips. i picked them up last weekend on a late night park slope stop off at reis 100, the sandwich shop that just opened up next door to 5th ave's bar reis. the place features a hundred crazy tiny sandwiches, including one with honey, brie & apple, one with white anchovy, pickled carrot & daikon, spicy mayo & cilantro and another with bahn mi tofu, pickled carrot & jalapeno & cilantro. they're tiny but perfect for munching on while you get drunk with other park slopers on the back patio at bar reis. so...the chips. they have a bunch of gourmet-type chips hanging on the wall next to the counter at reis 100, so i grabbed a bag of these for later.

while i was waiting for my sandwiches, a man who at first appeared to be completely normal entered & walked up to the wall of chips. after a few minutes of staring at the chips & occasionally touching them, the dude left empty-handed. two minutes later he was back at the front door, staring in at the wall of chips. after a minute or so of that, he came back in, walked up to the counter & asked the girl working, "how much are the chips?" after she told him that they're $1.50, he surveyed the wall for another minute or so, grabbed a bag, plunked down his cash & left. i suppose you had to be there, but it was seriously the most dramatic chip-buying scenario i've ever witnessed. i'd hate to be with that dude when he's buying a home appliance.

so...the chips. holy crap they're hot. they're so hot & covered with habanero & other spices that after only two chips, with the saliva buildup in my mouth, i was able to faithfully recreate the sounds of a well-bubbling bong. speaking of sounds, route 11 potato chips are so damn hip that they have their own jingle. it's a rocking lil rockabillyesque number about "riding down the road to potato chip heaven" with a bag of route elevens. it gave me the power to make it through this bag of route elevens, but true to her name, mama zuma definitely got her revenge the next morn.

since the chips were so damn hot, accompanying fluids were an absolute necessity. i paired the chips with a 22 oz bottle of lagunitas lucky 13 ale with its black-haired mama on the front & although it helped, i eventually had to bring in a glass of water as well. it provided some additional relief, but nothing short of a fire extinguisher would've subdued mama zuma's habanero flames. i'd picked up the lagunitas from bierkraft a few days back & while there, i discovered that last tuesday, the folks from lagunitas were in town from cali doing a beer tasting there. i've been to the store on past tuesdays & from what i've discerned, females go to these tastings, so i totally missed out on an attempt to meet my future wife. i could've been all, "yeah, i blogged about lagunitas just the other day. i'm a blogger. [pause] i know. it's sexy."

so...the beer. it's a "mondo large red ale," with a copper look, a pleasant, almost sweet smell & a very full flavor, which in this case means it's pretty damn hoppy...definitely not a beer for those who can't handle the hops. lucky (13) for me, with this snack-drink pairing, the hops definitely helped aid in the battle against the habanero fury. i figure it's good practice since from what i gather, black-haired mamas are just as feisty as red-haired mamas. either way, i'm now prepared for fury, even if it means habanero & hops breath.

#116 - i dare you to date me.

ladies! let's you & i have a chat. dudes! lean back & pay attention. this is about ladies first & whatnot. maybe you could learn something. so ladies, who wants to enter into some sort of mate/partner in crime/random sex partner/ridiculous conversationalist arrangement? btw, sorry to exclaim at you like that at the opening. it's just that i'm a bit short & sometimes have trouble attracting attention, so i figured i'd give a "!" a shot. i'm actually fairly mild mannered, but have my moments if i don't feel weird around you. anyway, enough about me...let's hear about you, specifically what i'd like you to be like.

you: 5'6" or under, in possession of cool hair on top, flat shoes on bottom, random stories in your brain & a sense of nerd cool on your lips. you can pick a good beer & a good wine & a solid five-song string of jukebox awesomeness. you know why dan savage is just as cool as fred savage & why michael savage is ruining the good savage name. you'll remember that my favorite stuffed gorilla for much of childhood was named george, but he wasn't curious. when i've told you a story about that before, you'll have maybe listened the first time & will recognize which parts of my story have changed, but keep them to yourself & wonder what else i'm making up, because you're SUPER DEVIOUS...& you're so cute when you're being devious.

& you're so pretty when you're faithful to me, so since i'm a serial monogamist, if i'm paying attention to you, that's because you're pretty friggin awesome, so i'm only paying attention to you...something to keep in mind. why are you awesome? well, you're fine with the fact that you've hit 30, because you've got tons of time & you know so because you totally know stuff about genetics...although the future of social security sort of worries you. plus, you're cute, so f "age ruins cute." attitude helps. i seem to get along best with L.W.A. (ladies with attitude), so i might as well keep that streak alive until i get stabbed or something. heat of passion! bring on the attitude ladies. also, your making out & hand-holding skillz must be up to snuff. gross skinniness discouraged. food appreciation a must. wordperfect a plus. apply within. new yorkers preferred. those from other locales with ready access to travel also accepted. EOE.

me: 5'6" or under, mid-30s but looking (mostly) mid-20s. cougar bait. from NH with stints in boston. been in brooklyn since five months before 9-11, which, as the bumper sticker says, i will never forget. thought i was going to be a baseball player & then an architect & then a filmmaker & then around music. currently on the last one, but thinking of going into sexy international corporate espionage. ooh! you must be good at spying, but not on me, ladies. i want a house, a pet could be interesting, a kid might be cool. since we're both super smart, that kid'll have a good chance of curing or running something. before that happens though, i like traveling, but don't do it enough. you probably should want to escape to places as well. we'd go on adventures! i'm comfortable doing stuff by myself, but it'd be cooler with you, madame.

my favorite author is reinaldo arenas, although it's been a while since i've read him, so all his books have blended into one mess in my head. i haven't read a full book in almost two years probably. it's sort of a shame, but i watch & listen instead to get the stimuli. often, when we're out in large groups of people or even when we're alone, i'll be all quiet. it's all good. no need to freak, although since i'm asking for some attitude, i won't fault you for it entirely if you do. i just like watching people interact. i promise it's not creepy. not to get ahead of myself here, but if we hit it off & can manage to hold it together for a good enough period of time, i've always wanted a home sort of like my parents' place, 45 minutes from a major city, but with a ton of trees all over the place, something preferably with a cute downtown. date me! i dare you! you could also tell your friends or your sister or your sister's friends. i dare them too.

#116 - i dare you to date me.
snack: chevre du miel (goat's cheese), pitted dates & dare cracked pepper water crackers
drink: two brothers domaine dupage french style country ale



when we're having a night where we hate people (but are cool with each other, of course) we will sit in your/my apartment (yours if you have cable) & snack on chevre du miel (goat's cheese), pitted dates & dare cracked pepper water crackers. i'm doing it tonight whilst tangentially watching mister lonely, but it's just not the same without you here. you could be my missus lonely! oh! btw, i have netflix again. we could watch movies & break out some soft belgian goat cheese & slice off a piece for you & a piece for me & then we'd sit there with a knife each, watching breaking bad & doing crosswords & spreading cheese onto dates & dare all natural cracked pepper water crackers. it will be the classiest thing we'll do all week other than your friend's art opening, but i refuse to think of reading from the bible whilst naked as art, so that doesn't count.

you'll really like the goat cheese. you'll have to or i'll ask you to leave. it's got hints of honey mixed with products from the teat of a goat (chevre for the classy lassies) & like i mentioned, it comes from the same country as the guy who created the smurfs. you'll find that fact HILARIOUS. you might even have a coincidental t-shirt on hand that takes it to the next level. oh how we'll laugh about your t-shirt. we'll also dare each other to eat the crackers, but that'll end quickly when one of us takes the dare & soon after takes a header off a chair. then we'll laugh...limp & laugh.

we'll drink some beer along with it & it'll be two brothers domaine dupage french style country ale, since that's what i randomly drank a few nights ago & then blogged about today. it'll be how we first started dating, so it'll be memorable to the max, but in french. it'll be like a john cusack film, but with less big hair & more big boombox. you'll call me out on the fact that the beer's not really french. you'll mention that it's from warrenville, IL, in west chicago right near the fermi national accelerator lab. you'll explain to me what the fermi national accelerator lab is. i'll remember "protons." we'll laugh & both wonder where the cat is for a brief moment. then we'll laugh some more.

we'll finish our beers whilst washing down the cheesy date dares & you'll give the two brothers french style country ale a 7.3, but i'll give it a 7.7 just to feel like i'm in charge. we might as well make out by this point, because we're getting along pretty well & you're obviously everything that i'm looking for in a prospective mate/partner in crime/random sex partner/ridiculous conversationalist. do you feel the same?

if yes, let's definitely make out.
if maybe, we should probably make out to break the tie.
if no, we should probably make out anyhow.

who knows? what if one of us gets smooshed by a truck tomorrow & we never get to find out? seriously though, don't get smooshed by a truck tomorrow. you'd be dead & i'd be scarred for life through coincidence & nobody wants that...not even glenn beck. you think he's an ass too? we should definitely date.

#115 - all points afar.

friday was like the little day that could. through a hookup through a friend with ties to the jay-z camp, a group of us were planning on going to the first night of the all points west festival, headlined by jigga & held out in liberty state park, in jersey city, just across the river from manhattan. so i could leave work mid-afternoon, i upped my game & got to work a full hour early at 9:30am. i swear i saw the sunrise en route to the subway. at work, everything went relatively smoothly. in fact, i propose five hour days from here on out, because the amount of work i got done by having to cram it into five hours was truly monumental. employers, if you are monitoring my blog, please take note. less hours = increased productivity. salary intact, please.

...so i got out by 2:30 & made my way back to brooklyn to run a few errands & relax at home whilst everyone else finished their days. i had thoughts of going to see ra ra riot, but eventually set a goal of getting there in time to see flying lotus (not safe for work/not safe for strobe haters) in the dj tent at 7:15. during that time, the group plan split into two pre-festival meetup groups, with one including the friend responsible for the hookup & the other including me & one other dude. also during that time, the skies opened up with some pretty impressively awful downpours, to the point where i, hater of umbrella-carrying, carried an umbrella on my journey to meet the aforementioned other dude where he was hanging out, at the apartment of a friend of his in battery park city.

when i arrived, the three of us hung out for a while, conversatin' & bumping a whole lot of jay-z. since the apartment was in battery park city there was a ridiculous view of the harbor from the bedroom windows. to make it even better, there was a sweet terrace type thing a few floors up, complete with bullt in grills & patio areas. once the doppler radio informed us we were in the clear rainwise, we ventured up there & from there, we had a clear view across the harbor to liberty state park, where we posited that vampire weekend was finishing up their set. since i love my phone's camera, i took a few photos of the environs, none of which included a view of liberty state park.



upon returning downstairs, we soon discovered, through a few phone calls & much resignation, that our entry to the festival was in jeopardy. awesome. apparently things were messed up for those relying on our particular method of entry & it was close to 8:30 & in the end, we had already missed every band but jay-z & MSTRKRFT anyhow. the other two dudes had other possible angles to entry, but i'd already had a few fun hours in battery park city, so i headed back to brooklyn to end my evening. jigga what? jigga no.

#115 - all points afar.
snack: homemade beef jerky
drink: yuengling lager



but! while i was there & doing the getting to know of the friend's friend, a mention came of this here blog & its content & the friend's friend, quite hospitable as he was, offered me a piece of homemade beef jerky from a jar on the kitchen counter. there were a dozen or so pieces of jerky remaining out of a jar that probably held 100 or so pieces. apparently my friend had emptied most of the rest of it on a previous visit. it was that jerkilicious.

since it was homemade, i inquired about the story behind the jerky. according to our host, the best beef to get for jerky is from key food, as it's cheap & of acceptable quality. i'm pretty sure this jerky was made of beef from there. either that or he really wanted to drive the key food thing home for some reason. it was spiced with peppercorns, vanilla & something asian that i believe, in a tribute to wayne's world, was called "cream of sun yung guy." not really though. something asian, but definitely not that...so yeah, damn good jerky. from the jerky-induced conversations surrounding its consumption, i've learned that it's not that big of a challenge to make jerky, so i may give it a shot one of these days.

whilst prepping for what i thought was going to be all points west, i repeatedly revisited yuengling, a beer that i'd previously imbibed back in march during tv month. since i was eventually headed for liberty state park, it made sense that i'd be drinking a beer from the country's oldest brewery. go freedom! go freedom to drink many lagers in good company! anyway, our host had a fridge full of them, so once i exhausted the only guinness (erin go bragh!) in the fridge, i went american.

as far as cheap beers go, yuengling's wonderful. i still hold fast to my opinion that i'll pay a buck more for a yuengling if it means avoiding a bud. yuengling's headquartered in pottsville, pa, home of the crimson tide & the county seat of & largest city in schuylkill county. the beer has a friggin eagle on the label! OMG patriotism orgasm! anyway, it made me not care so much that i never made it to the festival. on the upside, i'll have more energy for ac/dc in albany tonight. second row! my heart and/or ears and/or brain may explode. stay tuned for results.

#112 - fork n stick goose berry.

...so after much chatter & anticipation on my part, last thursday, i finally took myself a lil vacation out to chicagoland for three days of city-roaming adventure & festival music & hanging with ms allison, lover of sparks in moderation & owner of a much better camera than i. the festival--the annual indie rock shindig put on by pitchfork in union park--began on friday night & since she was doing the working thing during the day, i decided to do some exploring. basically, i walked from lincoln park down to wrigley, trained it down to millennium park for a bit & then trained it up a couple stops on the red line to chicago ave & along the way, hit a record shop, a taco joint, a CVS & a mostly empty cafe (inspired by a nyc joint) for a few 4pm beers.

the first night of the festival featured sets from a lineup of old-timey indie rockers--tortoise, the jesus lizard, yo la tengo & the headliner, built to spill. it was a "write the night" day (the fans voted on the setlist) & it was also apparently "thirtysomething indie rock fan night." we missed tortoise, but got there in time for the jesus lizard, which, as expected, was a bunch of chugga chugga guitars & a sweaty dude jumping into the crowd. i've had my fill of yo la tengo, so they were background music. as it got dark, built to spill closed out the night. i'm only vaguely familiar with them, but seriously enjoyed their set & even recognized a few songs here & there.

on saturday, we arrived at the park mid-afternoon, just as fucked up were finishing up & i did three hours straight of hopping between the three stages, catching a little bit of every act playing during that time--the pains of being pure at heart (solid fuzz), bowerbirds (folky), final fantasy (twee), ponytail (bouncy), yeasayer (yawn), wavves (eh) & DOOM (lots of white boy dancing & head bopping). after that string, i ran into a chicago-based friend who i know from nyc & we waited in line for the bathroom for 40 minutes, catching up before we headed over to watch beirut. she was there to see them & pretty much nobody else, but i wasn't all that impressed with them. the night ended with the black lips on one stage & the national on the main stage & we hung out & watched the national. my assessment: weird headliner, too slow at times, quite good when they actually rock & fall into garbage cans & whatnot.

the final day started pretty early. i'd considered heading in at 1pm to check out the mae shi (who apparently played their last show before all but one band member left the band), but decided to pass on them & instead began the day around 2pm with scotland's frightened rabbit. i expected them to be boring, but they sort of rocked & are now my 2nd favorite rabbit named musical act. sorry, eddie. when they finished up, we moved on over one stage to check out portland's blitzen trapper. i don't know much by them, but that furr song (live/video) rules. from there, we caught a few songs by women before heading to the main stage for the thermals. i friggin love them. in addition to their own rockin ass, jumping jack inducing songs, they played covers of sonic youth's "100%" (which i missed), nirvana's "sappy," the breeders' "saints" & green day's "basket case." SO GOOD. after them, i caught parts of sets by the walkmen, japandroids, m83, grizzly bear & mew. very impressed with the first two, not at all with the last three.

the flaming lips were on the main stage to close out the festival, with the very best playing opposite them on the schedule. for the lips, we were so far away from the stage & removed from the spectacle that we decided to check out the very best instead. three words: nighttime dance party. we boogied for a bit & they finished up with an actually slightly touching remix of michael jackson's "will you be there." the lips were still on, so we headed back to catch the end of their set. we got to hear "yoshimi" & "she don't use jelly" before they closed up with "do you realize?" as we left the park with the lips still playing, wayne coyne was still repeating, over & over again, the words "do you realize?" i don't think he realized the festival was over & it was time to go home. i hope somebody eventually told him.

#112 - fork n stick goose berry.
snack: the chicago diner corn dog
drink: goose island brewery 312 urban wheat



my eating strategy for the festival was essentially to eat beforehand & then subsist on beer & cigarettes all day long. classy. although there were a ton of vendors there, i only ended up getting food on the last day. my twice-tasted delicacy of choice that day was a corn dog from the chicago diner, who had a booth set up along the main strip of vendors. since the chicago diner's been "meat free since '83," it was one of them veggie-type corn dogs. side note: this girl also came from new york to eat both corn dogs & (weirdly coincidentally) the jerk seitan sandwich at earwax cafe in wicker park--my saturday pre-concert meal. i didn't even notice that i was being followed.

the veggie corn dogs...you can't go wrong with a corn dog, especially since it comes on a stick. these chicago diner dogs came on a spear, which was pretty cool, because after i finished sliding the corn dog into my mouth & sucking the remaining corn dog juices & batter from the spear, i could jab it into the ground to mark my territory. i spaced & forgot to add condiments the first time around, but wised up & lathered that dog up with a zig-zaggy line of ketchup the second time. mmm veggie corn dog.

goose island was the official brewer of the festival & when i approached the beer booth for the first time, i didn't realize that they had two kinds on tap--the i.p.a & the 312 urban wheat, so i asked for a "goose island." the women looked back at me with scorn & said "goose island is a brewery." oh really, lady? thanks for the enlightenment. since i'm all about tasty wheat beers, i opted for the 312 & stuck with it throughout the weekend, since i was scared of the other alcoholic choice--sparks.

goose island has been brewing for over twenty years & they put out a ton of tasty beers & sodas. the brewery's named for the only island in the chicago river & the 312 urban wheat is named for the downtown chicago area code. throughout the weekend, i gained immeasurable pleasure from asking for a "three-twelve" instead of a "three-one-two." oh the "oh dumb kid from some other place" looks i got for that. priceless. i'm sure they got that all weekend long, but them cats need to chill. i've got the 4-1-1 on the 3-1-2, yo & even if i didn't...no need to stress over it, chicago. i tell you what...if you promise not to stress over it, i promise i won't make fun of you when you come here & mispronounce "houston st." deal? deal.

#111 - blue sky thinking.

to: eat!drink!snack! creative team
from: parowpyro.
re: summer promotional push!

hey team! eat!drink!snack! has been around for over a year now & i think it’s high time for us to take it to the next level, really start getting the word out there about our uniquely positioned snack blog. i believe that if we start doing some big picture stuff & develop a concept that we can all stand behind, something that really lets the masses know what we're all about, gets our message across to them, they'll check out the blog every free moment they have. it's about two different types of impressions, team--the one we make on the readers & the ones the blog gets, as measured by the almighty google.

here's the concept i have in mind: "eat!drink!snack! it's blue sky thinking." let me break it down for you. "eat!drink!snack!" because that's the name of the blog. "blue sky" because we're wide ranging. we focus on snacks & drinks in our pieces, but always leave the rest of the content up to our daily whims & ramblings & random stories. "thinking" because i think that the thinking man thinks & even the unthinking man eats & drinks & when he does, he often thinks, methinks.

i have a few initial ideas for the ad campaign. i'm just going to throw them out there, but you do what you can with them. that's why you're creative & i'm your overlord. we want to get one of those hip bands the kids like--preferably blue october or blues traveler or blue oyster cult--to record a song for radio & tv & online. maybe get them to do a surprise concert in the park. we'll partner with the toronto blue jays & the columbus blue jackets & get jet blue & amex blue as sponsors. we'll get vida blue as a spokesman & put up ads in the boston & chicago & d.c. subways--obviously on the blue line. to show that we care, we'll somehow tie in cleaning up the blue ridge parkway & saving the blue whale. the overall look will be TOTALLY ARTSY. i'm thinking something along the lines of derek jarman's blue or andy warhol's blue movie, with some music off of jandek's blue corpse.

with all that in place, i think we can solidly solidify ourselves as the #1 half-snack blog on the net. good luck, team. let's have a plan in place EOD tomorrow. i want to see major contributions from everyone. nothing less that 5000 percent! it's like rush's neil peart once wrote--"you don't get something for nothing. you can't have freedom for free. you won't get wise with the sleep still in your eyes, no matter what your dreams might be." LET'S THINK BIG, PEOPLE! EYES ON THE PRIZE!

regards,
parowpyro.

#111 - blue sky thinking.
snack: top crop blueberries
drink: blue point blueberry ale



last summer, i made no secret of my love for blueberries. love is a fickle fruit though, so i moved on from the blueberry within a matter of weeks, but like most relationships cut short too early, the love still lingered, so since i've been trying to rock the fresh fruit recently, i went back this past week & rekindled my love for the blueberries with a tub of top crop blueberries, grown locally in hammonton, nj. there's just something inherently satisfying & calming about eating a bowl of blueberries. they tend to last longer than other berries whilst walking the line between the sweetness of strawberry & the tartness of a raspberry. they're just plain & simple, middle-of-the-road blueberry joe, you know?

since i was eating a ton of them, i got curious about the science behind how they grow. the first fun fact i learned about them is that they're a "false berry" & a product of an "inferior ovary." you'd think that joke writes itself, but it turns out that it doesn't. while these ones are from jersey, a quarter of the u.s. blueberry crop comes for maine, who needs over 50K beehives just to pollinate the blueberry bushes. "maine. we're more than lobsters, steven king & torched topless coffee shops!"

a couple nights last week, i had myself a blue point blueberry ale along with a bowl of blueberries, in an attempt to create the most glaringly obvious snack-drink pairing ever.  blue point's been around for just over a decade & is brewed in patchogue, long island by the island's only microbrewery. i'm a fan of their toasted lager & hoptical illusion, but as for their blueberry ale, since i love blueberries & beer, i can't complain about it, but it isn't anything special.

my blue point is this: as long island's only microbrewery, they've got big shoes to fill. while they might please the masses with a so-so blueberry ale, they won't win any awards for fruitastiest beer. when you brew out of the same town that made a high school graduate of kevin connolly, E on hbo's entourage, you've got to reach higher than that. E would want more. E wouldn't settle for so-so. E would take that risk if he knew there was a chance it'd pay off. maybe they feel that since they're from strong island, they can't afford to be too fruity. if that's the case, all they need to do is look due south. fire island's right there, blue point brewery. it's ok to be too fruity.