IllSo our hotel bar in San Fran has Pliny the Elder on tap. Upon noticing this last night I immediately ordered three for Ashley, my buddy Eric, giddy with anticipation.
I don't know if it was an old keg or it hadn't been cellared properly, but it did not change my life. There's so much hype about this beer that I'm not sure it could've lived up to my expectations. Don't get me wrong - it's a damn good beer. But I think all of the hype about it does Vinny a disservice. I'll gladly drink it again, but I wouldn't go out of my way to set up a trade for it when bombers of Double Jack are readily available in Chicago...
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