Porter: A Beer Noir

By Ryan Martinson Porter was a stout man, oak barrel-chested and robust, if that can be said of a man; imperial pale in complexion, he stood a high gravity above most men. He spent most of his days swirling around a desk, waiting for a case to bottle-cap it and pop off. Then she walked […]

Tales from Brewtopia

Today I’m taking one last look into the future of beer — until I feel like doing it again, anyway. The ensuing prose is the result of a half-day’s worth of scribbling almost-random thoughts down at a Borders while waiting for my wife to get off work. It ended up having a noirish, dystopian tone […]