I really love Duluth’s ever-growing craft beer scene, but I’m afraid it’s making me spoiled.
I can’t go to a rinky-dink bar in the middle of nowhere without sighing in disappointment when I ask what they have for Stouts and/or Porters and they say “Uhhh… Guinness?”.
Looks like I’m going to be bouncing between Pizza Luce and R.T.’s for tonight’s Homegrown. If any of you fine people will be there, don’t be afraid to introduce yourselves to the tall redheaded chick/me.
So I got to talk to Don Ness and shake his hand last night, so now I can die.