Boston gave us another Oktoberfest weekend, and we showed up in dirndls, ready to take notes. Same crew (plus Schwanz), same voice recorder, same questionable ideas. This time, our mission was simple: every beer is a sex position. By last call at Lamplighter Brewing Company, we had gathered enough material to offend at least three […]
Boston promised Oktoberfest, so two (technically) German-Americans brought a voice recorder and low expectations to the nearest function. By 2 a.m. last Friday—why so early, Boston?—we had yet to keep any steins, but we did get enough audio to stitch together an eight-tier beer flight, with a ranking translated into nicotine profiles. What follows is […]
