A month ago, I stopped at a deli in Manhattan to take some beer to a friend's house for dinner.
And if you decide you would like to take some beer to go, you can: half-gallon containers of house brews are $8, plus a $3 container fee.
At the back of the room is the Alpha Project, a tiny brewing setup that sometimes produces beers for the bar, which also takes some beers from its separate sister-business, the Hanging Brewing Co.
Even in this most Wire-obsessed of offices we've never got close to a true Bunk and McNulty-style blow-out, though we did talk about taking some beers down to the railway track for the Re-up book's launch party.
Mr. McClelland, a maintenance worker, decided to walk home, taking some beer with him, the men told the police.
There's hearty food, barbecues during summer and pleasant outside seating – and they take their beers seriously, offering eight cask ales and some 135 bottled beers.
It didn't take many beers for him to agree to take it on.
I get up some days at 7am to take a beer delivery and don't go to bed before midnight.
I only take beers from the factory because I fear at any time they can poison me.
