Most of this is true.
Wow, here we are, halfway through 2020, and I realized I never wrote a BEER OF THE YEAR post for 2019. I didn’t write one for 2018 either, but now, it’s definitely too late. That’s okay. This beer deserves SO much honor, I love it SO much, that it’s possible it would have been my Beer of the Year for 2018, too.
As a budding alcohol enthusiast, I went through a real phase of cocktail experimentation and enjoyment in my mid-20s, doing my damndest to visit all the best cocktail bars that New York City has to offer. I can say from experience that there are a lot of them, and plenty of them are very good. Plenty of them, are kind of whatever. And nothing stings more than paying $14-18 for a drink that’s just okay.
Every summer growing up, my family took a week-long vacation to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware where one of the highlights, since I can remember, has been my Aunt Kathy's Maryland crab soup. Among our many other family traditions of happy hour at the beach, boardwalk games, ice cream cones, and bike rides, no beach week was complete without one night's dinner being a good ol'-fashioned crab feast, hon.
