A f--king beer zoo? Yes, a BEER ZOO. Huge stuffed animals watch over the rows and rows of tasty brews like guardians of an African treasure.
I felt giddy when I saw the cases of micros that I haven't ever tried because we don't have them in Chicago. I was equally impressed with the selection of beer that I had tried.
After grabbing a case or four, I ended my safari with a trip to the register.
Me: WAIT! We need some vodka for Jello Shots.
My Buddy: Umm... they don't have liquor here.
Me: What kind of beer store doesn't have liquor?!?
My Buddy: Any one in Pennsylvania.
Strange to me coming from Michigan where you can buy Whiskey, guns, ammo, beer, milk, and a pickled egg at the same register.
Me: Ok, What time does this place close in case we run out?
My Buddy: 9:00.
Me Let me guess, Pennsylvania.
My Buddy: Yep, not like the one by your house that's open till 4am.
Oh well, it's not the Beer Zoo's fault.
Then there was a couple ahead of us that wrote JESUS SAVES on all of the money that they gave the guy.
As he was complaining about how crazy people are, the people had came back in the door and heard him. Hilarious! read more