garrett oliver

Etched in the deepest folds of the cerebrum are special moments in life you can't help but always remember: The night you lost your virginity. Your wedding day. The birth of your first child. The birth of your third child (because the second one turned out to be a shithead). The legendary night that Brooklyn Brewery took over the taps at Blind Tiger Ale House and brought an arsenal of their rarest vintages and one-off beers.

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.