Let me first say that I do not drink, though my husband does. This post was inspired by a forced-march to Meantime Brewry in Greenwich, UK, where I was treated to a three-hour plus session watching others get progressively soused. I was forced to munch on four types of toasted barley (crystal, chocolate, dark, and some other kind I can't remember) just to maintain consciousness. At least I got to contemplate a small selection (it filled the tasting room) of Michael Jackson's bottle and glass collection. The other Michael Jackson. http://michaeljacksonthebeerhunter.blogspot.com/ .
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