Great Lakes are like the neglected child in the Cleveland house hold; we all love it as much as can be but we don't speak of it often. There's nothing like this place in Los Angeles, it's like Cleveland captured in a dark bottle. An institution to say the least.
Over the holidays I was lucky enough to try Grand Cru for the first time and it knocked me on my ass with its citrus-y taste. No one can deny the killer buzz you get off of a couple bottles of Christmas Ale. The IPA (Commodore Perry-what a great f'n name) is pretty rad too. After a while some of the tastes seem too similar but they all do the trick which is to get you absolutely wasted.