Beer and ribs. What a combination. Unless it's Lent and you've given up meat for 40 days. Then it's pure agony...at least as much agony as one could be in around so much beer. So instead, we drown our sorrows in beers, smoky, gingery, extra hopped-up, chocolatey, coffee-y. By the time of this picture, I've had enough beer that I'm waiting for my grapes to turn into wine.
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