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| - Q: How do you get this guy into a church? A: Serve beer and ensure that there will be no pedophile priests. Zing?
Beer replaces holy water. Meat replaces that one Jesus guy's body. Bartenders and servers replace alter boys. Brewing equipment replaces the alter. Tipsiness replaces enlightenment. I have more.
Walking in, I could not help but feel like I was in the presence of something holy. By holy, I mean holy shit, beer. We had a flight of seven 5 oz beers, most of which were pretty goddamn good. Although CBW's beer is nothing to necessarily start a religious holy-war over, I can't complain. Their rauchbier, Belgian IPA, and Belgian tripel were good enough for me to want to drink them post-resurrection. Their mint stout was a bit of a miss, but I cannot judge them for their sins. Call me a heretic if you must. But dear lord, the bison delmonico, tenderloin medalions, seared sesame tuna with cabbage, and bananas foster bread pudding made me want to convert to eat here all the time, but alas, I do not live anywhere near this fine establishment, nor state. Oh, and our waiter was great. By the end of the meal I felt like he was the Joseph to my Jesus.
If ever you immaculately conceive the idea to get some beers and require the body of a dead animal in your stomach, go to Church. Halleluiah. Jesus serves.
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