This is old, but this post by the Oakland Trib's beer blogger (how do I apply for that job, btw?) contains a photo. Two photos, actually, but we're interested only in the second photo. In that photo are my lovely wife and me.
This photo was taken at the opening night of The Trappist, a fantastic, albeit narrow, Belgian beer bar in Old Oakland. This bar is dangerously close to my work. Belgian beers and no food served...what could possibly go wrong?
First I'm on the news, now I'm in the paper, and nary a crime committed. Perhaps it's time to hire representation after all.
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Only after my fourth beer do I think you're famous. Sorry.
Only after my fourth beer do I think you're famous. Sorry.
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