There’s something undeniably special about a beer early in the day. A cold shot in the arm when you know that nothing you have planned for the remaining sunlight hours requires the use of heavy machinery, the practice of heart surgery, or even driving. Beer for breakfast is a good thing.
In moderation. Don’t be a dickhead.
It was with a cold pint of focus and clarity in mind I hit my local Wetherspoon’s for a jar of Maxim Brewery’s American Pride IPA. God damnit, just look at that pumpclip.