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Friday Shootout - Outdoor Food

Outdoor Happy Hour at one of Cleveland's treasures - The Great Lakes Brewing Company. We made it up there for Christmas in July to sample the Year's First public Christmas Ale on tap. It's dark, delicious and in this season 8% alcohol by content - or so that's what we were told anyways. Needless to say by the middle of my third I was feeling pretty "good". Enjoy a night of eating outdoors with me in Cleveland.








Comments

Denise said…
looks refreshing!
~JarieLyn~ said…
Refreshing and fun!
MediaWannaB said…
That beer, with the cinnamon is just amazing
Doreen said…
looks good, love the Christmas lights in the last photo.
kate said…
I love local brews! We have a couple of good little breweries around where I live...their browns and ambers are always my favorite.
Carrie said…
That is cinnamon in the beer? I have never heard of that....what is the story behind that? Is there honey dripping off of the knife? Do tell!
Vitamin B-Lardo said…
It is honey and cinnamon in the beer. The beer is tasty delicious with christmassy undertones....and the honey and cinnamon fit right in.

I had never tried it before that night, but if you ever get the pleasure of drinking a christmas ale...don't forget to ask for the tasty toppers.
Chef E said…
Oh this is so right up my chef, food, and beer loving alley...and is that a mural, or a glass roof? Love it...
Ellisa said…
Originally from Berea, your blog is one of my favorites to see each week. It brings back such great memories of being home with my brothers and family. This week did not disappoint. Thanks. ♥
GingerV said…
I LOVE dark beer and the photo up through the ceiling is very good - I love all the angles....
REDLAN said…
Im thirsty and just craving after i saw your photos of Great Lakes

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