cicero2.jpg

It was brought to my attention that the Royal “you” is getting pretty fed up with me trying to hide all of the information that I have to tell you each week in a vain attempt to try and make the Royal “yous” laugh or giggle or snort or chuckle or grin or howl or roar or scream or shriek or fracture or snicker or whoop or burst or cachinnate or chortle or titter or break out in a crow and crack up while you split your sides and roll in the proverbial aisles. So, I’ve come to inform you that I have nothing to tell you this week.

 

I could go on and on about how awesome our food is that you had on your way to the Vermont Brewer’s Fest this weekend but you already knew that. And, our tap list is pretty good but you also knew that because you stopped by and got out of the bustling metropolis of Burlingtown to come down to Montpelier (it’s nice to go to Vermont every once in a while after Burlingtown (I kid)) and you had some of the offerings that we prepared for you and then you told everyone that was attending the Vermont Brewer’s Fest all about it but they already knew too.

But other than that, I’ve got nothing for you. Nothing. Not a single thing to make you laugh or giggle or snort or chuckle or grin or howl or roar or scream or shriek or fracture or snicker or whoop or burst or cachinnate or chortle or titter or break out in a crow and crack up while you split your sides and roll in the proverbial aisles.

So, I’m going to teach you all how to make popsicles.

Well, someone else is because I’m not supposed to waste your time with fiddly things. After clicking on the following link, you will be learned on the popsicle. Full disclosure – NSFW means something but I never talk in acronyms ever and never nerver nev do I utter hyperbole. Link.

 

And sure, we have (and will have) a pretty raucous tap list for you for this week and weekend coming up and you can click here at ANY time (literally, I update that thing to the minute sometimes) and you’ll always have what we have on tap in the palm of your hand(s) which is what you are probably staring at right now.

 

So, go ahead, just try and laugh or giggle or snort or chuckle or grin or howl or roar or scream or shriek or fracture or snicker or whoop or burst or cachinnate or chortle or titter or break out in a crow and crack up while you split your sides and roll in the proverbial aisles I dare you.

Until next week, friends, I bid you adieu.

After you totally check this out.

Ok, that’s it.

Really

ThisiswhathappenswhenIswearawaytheinternetforadaybutijustcouldntbecauseihavetoomanyquestions Taproom