Beer is like mothers milk. Okay, that's kind of an aspersion of motherhood (or their offspring), but, hey, there's a reason cliches have staying power. I like beer. Not like Brent Kavanaugh "likes beer," a guy who belongs on the Supreme Court as much as Donald Trump deserves the Nobel Peace Prize. But hey, let's forget the noxious malevolent creeps packing our courts and corrupting our nation and focus on something we can control. Namely what goes in our mugs, then down to the warm hearth known as our bellies. Beer. Where was I? Oh, yeah, the other day I passed by a great beer bar called City Hops. Filled with unique ales, beer, ciders with different stories… hey, check it out. It's wonderful. Up yours, Brent Kavanaugh, you can't ruin this guy's brew!