The Pilgrim Congress

Can you tell I like Redhook?  Are you beginning to wonder if they’re paying me?  Well, they’re not.  But they probably should be.  HEAR THAT REDHOOK!  I’M PLUGGING YOUR SHIT ALL OVER MY SITE!  PLEASE TO BE GIVING ME MONEY!  Think they heard me? 

Well now that we’ve established that I am an unbiased reviewer who just happens to love Redhook we can move on.

My youngest brother, who we will call Fluff, recently turned the big 2-1.  He celebrated with his friends, his girlfriend, and just about everyone else, but this weekend he finally deigned to grace The Husband and I with his presence.  Celebration was in order!!  Where to celebrate?  Discovery Zone?  He probably still digs that, right?  Turns out he doesn’t.  Who knew?

After turning down a few more of my awesome ideas (kayaking, anyone?), we finally agreed on something.  Redhook!  Beer!  Food!  Naked ladies!  Okay, so there weren’t really any naked ladies, but it was fun nonetheless.   Evidence of said fun:

After a thoroughly enjoyable meal of burgers and wings, enjoyed outside on the patio, we ventured inside for a tour of the brewery. 

Let me pause here to emphasize something:  Go on the Redhook Brewery Tour.  For one dollar you get a tour of the brewery, a small glass, and a sampling of Redhook’s beers.  A dollar!  You can’t even get a blow job in Chinatown for a dollar anymore!  Damn inflation.

Anywho, here are the tour times behind me:

In case you don’t have super human vision, you can just click here for the times.  You poor people, with your shitty vision. 

Now we learned all kinds of interesting and informative things about the brewing process that I have since forgotten.  Me no smart.  So, in lieu of actual information here are some photos from the tour:

In closing, go do this.  The Internet is telling you to.  And if that isn’t reason enough for you, check out me with the sweet tour guide:

I can’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday.  Sorry Jesus.