Summit Pale Ale

Who could not love a good ol' breakfast party? As with our monthly tradition at my warehouse studio, last Sunday we broke our the bloody mary mix and the omlette pan and stirred up some mid-morning celebration around noon-ish. Greg swung by with his contribution of a box of locally brewed Summit Pale Ale, of which he kindly offered me one. Anyway, a guy can only drink so many bloody marys (a number which I will not disclose) so the beer was perfect. A few of the dedicated souls who stuck around after breakfast stayed until bar close at 1 a.m., (as is with breakfast party tradition). Greg didn't make it that long.