I'm drunk. But it's my last night in the US, so fuck it. The picture above is the full flight of Russian River beers at the brewpub. I also had a Supplication (seriously fucking awesome) and a Pliny the Elder (seriously fucking awesome). Before these I spent the day at Bear Republic, where my lunch was a flight of 16 beers (2oz pours, not pints, thankfully) and a burger on the side. There was also a PBR in the middle and after Russian River we finished at The Toad in the Hole, a cracking pub in Santa Rosa run by ex-pat Paul Stokeld. In there I had the best pint of Bear Republic's Racer 5 (love that beer, it's seriously fucking awesome) and a crazy wormwood and horseradish thing from Sonoma Brewing. I also got to drink with Ken Weaver and his other half Ali, plus Joe Tucker from ratebeer all night and those guys rock.
Now it's time for bed; I have to fly too-many-bastard-hours home tomorrow, preceded by a two hour bus journey and ending with a tube and a train whilst carrying three bags. Thankfully those bags are filled with fantastic beers, and great beer is the reason I came out here in the first place. Beer is lovely.