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The worlds of cocktails and beer get along about as well as Jews and Arabs on the Gaza Strip. A high-minded cocktail drinker will look at a gentleman enjoying a pint and some bar nuts and think to himself "how uncivilized," while a malt fanatic scrutinizing the tap list of his local watering hole will roll his eyes when the liquor snob next to him delays everyone else's imbibing by ordering a way-too-complicated cocktail.

Shakespeare once said "I only write plays for the fine trim it lands me"*. (*There is no way to either prove nor disprove that Shakespeare actually said this.) Not to compare myself to William S. (I'm much more handsome), but I only write blogs for the free beer it gets me. And this past Tuesday, there were plenty of gratis suds flowing when Brooklyn Brewery invited me and two friends to their Main Engine Start release and brewery expansion party at their headquarters in Williamsburg.