Last Wednesday, we headed over to Scarehouse for the second-annual Crazy Scary VIP night, otherwise known as our best chance to hassle Michelle and Ginny on the one night a year when they can’t do anything about it. Crazy Scary treated me very well last year — and it would do so again in 2011.… Read More 22. meat.
I had the pleasure of spending Birthday Eve at Bocktown Monaca with Chris and John. We hadn’t really set out to do a birthday kind of anything; rather, we had tried to find an occasion to open this: That’s a 2009 Dark Lord from Three Floyds. Chris mentioned offhand a while back that she had… Read More 11. happy…
I don’t think I could have come up with a dumber name for my entry at last weekend’s Sangria Fest in North Park. Fortunately, I also don’t think I could have come up with a better white sangria for the party — and I’m especially fortunate that the judges thought it was pretty good too.… Read More crappy pineappy.
(Subtitled: Or some other marketing bullshit.) When I made my rounds on Friday, I picked up a bottle of Iron City’s newest burst of brewing genius — IC Light Mango. My beer folks had been waiting for this one since news of it came out a few weeks ago, and, yeah, I need to try… Read More catch the wave.
We both had days off, and neither of us had to be back at any specific time, so the drive from Cincinnati to Pittsburgh was a leisurely one. We stopped at an outlet mall. We visited the Andersons store in Pickerington to check out their beer. And, as I told you before, we ate pretty… Read More #ohiotour (monday).
Besides that night’s show in Cincinnati, I had one thing on my mind when we got up Sunday morning — breakfast. And that’s when the day got weird. Mrs. Crappy found a place in Fairlawn called the Sweet Pea Cafe that had a fabulous-looking breakfast menu and sparkling reviews on Urbanspoon and Yelp. I had… Read More #ohiotour (sunday).
Uncle Crappy 