O Canada!

Ok guys, I'm sure the next time I post, I will marvel about Skyrim (!!!), MW3, and BF3. This, however, is a post that retells and epic adventure (possibly a greek tragedy), that Marth and I set out on. A few days before October, I had received a text message from my brother that Founders Canadian Breakfast stout (CBS) http://beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/1199/47658 is to be released unto the public come this October. Why might I care? It is, according to Beer Advocate, one of the top 5 brews in the nation.

October 7th rolls around, and I invited Marth to visit the Founders Brewery in Grand Rapids. Yes kiddies, this was to be a pilgrimage. Much like those lovable Muslims who need to visit Mecca once in their worldly life, I too needed to visit a holy place of sorts. Anyways, I thought that after a week, the crowd would've died down and I could easily obtain a pint (or 3) of the chocolatey, maple syrupy, carmelly, espresso-y goodness that CBS has to offer. This was not the case!

I had ordered a pint of CBS, and due to the background noise level (or the bartender's malevolent trickery - I'm not sure which) I had received Founders Breakfast Stout (nooo cannnadaaaaaa). Don't get me wrong, it was perhaps one of the best stouts that I have had the pleasure of tasting, but It wasn't what I had come for. I had tried a few others (and I would rather drink boiling tar mixed with skin flakes, moose urine, and sprite soda than ever drink another Founders Backwoods Bastard http://beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/1199/35036.) It was essentially like someone had mixed a pint of 1/3 Founders Dirty Bastard with 2/3 Jack Daniels. I may have a bias against oak aged spirits, but if I wanted whiskey, I wouldn't order a beer. But back to the story. I ordered another "CBS" to a different bartender, and much to my dismay, she had told me that within hours after it had been released that they sold out. I was too warm and fuzzy at that point to cry, but it did provide a decent buzz kill.

The next day was spend going through the local beer shops to find a bottle, but none could be found. In fact, one such place had received a shipment of 2 bottles that was greedily purchased by the owner. My search continued online, where such sites as eBay and Craigslist had bottles for sale by criminal masterminds who charge near $100 a bottle. The worst part was that people were bidding on them. Distraught, I turned to Marth for comfort.

Last night, as the moon shone through the window, glowing as an orb of hope and dreams, I had got a text message. Apparently tonight at a place and time I will not divulge, CBS is being tapped. HUZZAH! The journey continues...