Brewdog Hardocre IPA 9.2 Imperial Ale is a forget-me-not

David takes off tomorrow (Friday) for Munich so we had our first post midnight tasting 12:30am and chose the mysterious Brewdog....brew.

Ahhh, right

This fella was a doozy. It was wild, like a free-range turkey. This dog really brewed my stew. Imperceptibly, it was like drinking Novocaine, and I can't believe the beer actually ripped my taste buds right off. Like love, it was a mysterious fig.

Ok, gig's up. In case the light bulb hasn't turned on, I can't remember drinking this beer, which is terrible. Not terrible that my faculties failed - pfff, what's new - but that I can't remember Friday's beer. I'd been drinking Wild Turkey on the rocks all night during the IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA and THE LEAGUE season premieres. It was late and whatever, I'm not gonna apologize. Sometimes I'm a terrific lush.

However, I will pledge to drink this again and create a proper write up, so the P.S. you'll see below sometime in the future will be my addendum. Rating pending...