Look, I love craft beer. Love it. Yesterday an old friend hooked me up with some limited edition brews from Tired Hands Brewing and it was close to a religious beer-drinking experience.
That said, this man’s cask-tapping tactics piss me off. I went through the five stages of grief seeing this man so recklessly pound into that firkin. A good beer cask must be treated with tender loving care! It’s *special* because of the delicious liquid diamonds inside.
All that beer gone to waste. What a shame.