In the embarrassing facts about me category, last evening I was outsmarted by my bottle of Youngs Double Chocolate Stout. I poured my glass and thoroughly enjoyed it while writing my review. Somehow in the hubbub of eating dinner, cleaning up, finishing writing and finally settling down to relax for a bit, I forgot that I still had beer in the bottle -- it was the big guy -- but my brain didn't make the connection until after I started rinsing out the bottle for recycling. The bottle that still had several ounces of delicious, chocolatey stout in it.
It was quite a scene. Gasping. A stifled scream. Near tears. Now those are signs of a good beer. But lucky for me there was a Malheur 12 waiting to be opened for tonight's review.