Your dad was into craft beer before you were and he has one of the best breweries around to prove it. He was the MacGyver of making drunk, the Mozart of all things malt. He could bottle a beer with one hand, seduce your mother with the other and still never spill a drop.
So hipsters, next time you’re belly up to the bar, scratching your beard and staring at the tap selection like it was an assortment of Levi’s skinny jeans, remember this…
Your dad knew beer before you did and you can taste his knowledge on your local tap by ordering a Bell’s.
Much Thanks to Laura B. for submitting a photo of Larry Bell of Bell’s Brewery.
I tip my cycling cap and raise a glass of Oberon to you sir. You brew a beer that reminds me of being home in Michigan.