Beer heaven. More when I get back. But this is too good not to post now.
So I am sitting at the bar at Burial Brewing. They have five double IPAs, two triple IPAs, a 14% and a 15% stout? Damn good thing I am walking.
Anyway. A couple come in; order beers; order wings. Get asked for a phone number to get a text when the wings are done, and they say ‘330…’ I ask what part of northeast Ohio they’re from. She says ’20 miles south of Youngstown’. I say ‘Columbiana?’, and she gives me a strange look and says ‘Yeah! A relative of mine owns a brewery there.’ I say, ‘Josh?’ She gives me a stranger look and says ‘Yeah!’
If I’d only had one more triple, I’d have said ‘And now my next prediction. You will soon meet a fat old guy with grey hair. Give him all of your money…’
Excellent story.