Zombie Dust Pep Talk

Welcome to the beer store. First, Thank you for forming a line out of our store this frigid afternoon. We are truly flattered. We’ve put a lot of work into the new flatbreads and pretzels and its nice to see you all leave work early to enjoy them. Secondly, today is a great day. Today is the day I get to inform all of you that there is no Zombie Dust bottle sale – although many of us talk over the phone frequently about how there is no Zombie Dust – today I get to tell you eyeball to eyeball. All at once. One giant gully gushing river of truth. So let’s just let that sink in…please, take a deep breath….andddddddd exhale. I’d like to thank each and every one of you for coming out today to stand in our parking lot. But before I let you go, out of courtesy, I want to clarify a few questions that very well may be swirling around in that little brain of yours right meow, OK?  Number 1: NO, I never had any Zombie Dust. Number 2: YES, that means I am a gluttonus back stabbing, lets not forget time wasting, petty liar. Number 3: Even if I had a few cases of Zombie Dust, I would rather commit unspeakable sexual acts with a ravenous gang of horny gypsys then sell any to you R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D A-S-S L-I-C-K-E-R-S. Sorry, I digress. Number 4: Today’s special is a lovely risotto beef soup for $4.99. So, that should just about do it as far as clearing up any confusion or anxiety you may be feeling right now so come on in and warm up! As a special treat for your patronage, we’ve dropped the bottle charge on Otter Creek Overgrown pale ale. I know how much y’all love pale ales.

Buh Bye

Mug Club Tour Party 2015

We are excited to announce this year’s Tour Party will share the event space with the Anish & Shimona Ruthrapathy wedding party!

Vintage Rocker Burl

Mug Club Book Club: The Adventures of Hunahpu Finn

Libations in the Windowpane

Of Mice and Brettanomyces
A fascinating tale of two home brewers, George and Lennie, who possess very few skills and resources that will help them attain their dreams of owning their own artisanal brewery in drought stricken California. Their journey is made even more difficult because Lennie is mentally retarded; his powerful body, his childlike innocence, and his fascination with teku glassess conspire against him. Their road to fame is mired with obstacles, among them lack of planning, cruelty, infected fermentation tanks, jealousy, fear, loneliness, health code violations and self doubt.

The Adventures of Hunahpu Finn
A coming of age tale of an underprivileged boy after he's been taken in by Widow Douglas and her sister, Miss Watson, who intend to take him to his first Hunahpu Day in the deep south of Tampa, FL. The boy soon sets off on an adventure to help the widow's beer mule, Jim, line up some Double Barrel Hunahpu trades in the free state of Michigan where Black Note stout is soon to be released at Bell’s General Store. The plot takes a twist when fake tickets and poor bottle distribution decisions doom Hunahpu Day leaving the boy, Jim and entitled hoarders Hunahpu-less. The book addresses America's painful contradiction of segregation and beer release parties in a "free" and "equal" society

The Legend of Baron Von Ballsack

Credit to Teri for the name of this post and the subsequent story too I guess!

The Ballsack 

Friedrich Wilhelm von Ballsack (born Friedrich Wilhelm Augustin von Ballsack (1730–1794), also referred to as the Baron von Ballslap, was a Prussian-born military officer who served as Beer Inspector General and Founding Father of the Continental Army during the American Revolutionary War. Baron von Ballsack wrote several books including: Regulations for the Order of Wort and The Battle for Bottle Conditioning in Yorktown: Fermentation on the Front Lines. He served as General George Washington's personal brewmaster in the final years of the war. Baron von Ballsack created several popular beers including: Powdered Wig Witbier; Old Ballsack Lager; and King George the Surly Chicken-Hearted Beetle-Headed Tallow Sloth English Pale Ale.  

Before coming to America, Ballsack was forced to leave Baden (a German state) where he was threatened with prosecution for homosexuality. When he joined Washington's army at Valley Forge in February 1778 he was accompanied by two young male European aides for the sole purpose of making ‘man sandwhiches’ a common homo sexual act at that time. Baron von Ballsack died of dysntery and rectal tenesmus (a feeling of incomplete defecation) at a beer tasting party in 1794. Legend has it, on his death bed, he drank a 40oz. mug of beer, drew his sword and impaled an Indian before passing away.

 

Foster Kid Jake

This stupid little kid is all grown up and he knows a lot about IPA's

Mug $hot: The New Album

NEW ALBUM “BOMBS OVER BEDFORD” NOW AVAILABLE ON ITUNES!

“Now let me welcome everybody to the Bedford Heights, to a craft beer bar where the beer snobs fight; We in that Buckeye state so ya better not mess, we sippin lagers in the alleys like Elliot Ness; My rhymes hit ya face and rattle ya glasses, while my giant Mug…wipes out ya draft list;  I guzzle gallons of hops as I cruise down 480, loaded growlers in the trunk yelling Mug Club baby!” 

– A MUG$HOT RECORDS PRODUCTION