Lazy Boys

Has the beer blog lost steam already? Have Paco and Erinn been lying in a ditch since their last post? What happen with the the twenty beer bonanza? All question will be answered (maybe), but first, just a word to the wise (or the not so wise - considering the audience - yeah, man that means you, who else, you are the only one reading this damned blog), when you are reviewing beers, write everything down as you go. After the fourth or fifth beer, it gets really difficult to review anything. So, here's a rough translation of a beer soaked page of scribbled reviews:

Lazy Boy Beer is a beer brewed is Everett, Washington. We tried their IPA. Paco found it "refreshing and smooth. Like a warm summer day spent on the couch." This turned out to be one of Paco's favorites during a long night of drinking many, many rich beers. Erinn thought this beer was a bit "cold at the start, but warmed over time. Not the best beer, but..."

Next we have Balktika 6 Porter. Neither of us can remember where this beer came from, and we are too lazy to google it. This was the first in a long line of really, really sweet beers. Erinn had this to say:

"Tastes good with a hand full of nuts."

Paco found this beer "too god damned sweet. Undrinkable after a meal. May be good after running a marathon, but can't run a marathon to find out."

After barely getting to the bottom of this bottle of beer, Erinn elaborated on his review, saying Balktika was "one step away from being a beer in a box."

Next we have an East African beer called Tusker. Erinn found Tusker "clear and smooth. A light champagne beer without any skunkiness." Paco found Tusker "too sweet, too light, and too malty." After dumping a bunch of salt in it (a trick he learned somewhere in Mexico), and squeezing some lime in it, Paco's doctored Tusker became "almost good."

Ok, that's as much as we can decipher. Paco and Erinn are now writing and reviewing beers from opposite ends of the coast. Hopefully, this won't slow down the blog. I know our one reader is hanging on the edge of his seat...