I ran out of gas.
I... I had a flat tire.
I didn't have enough money for cab fare.
My tux didn't come back from the cleaners.
An old friend came in from out of town.
Someone stole my car.
There was an earthquake.
A terrible flood.
IT WASN'T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD!
What would You have me plate?
This box from places unknown?
Shoulder of Canada?
I will not delight you with wondrous tins from faraway places tonight. I shall keep it simple. Take it back down a notch and taste it old school. There was a time, back before the yelptastic cable tv driven foodie revolution that it was just food.
Wisconsin Sharp I had to clean the mold off of, plated on a cheap cutting board. Shut it.
The tin is a simple Angelo Parodi. OK. It is actually a tin smuggled back from Italy by my great friend Andre but You can get these here and we have tried them before. It's PROBABLY just the same as U.S. Tins (maybe).
And of course a Heretic Shallow Grave Porter is in order.
These are the 3 Tin standard when it comes to big fish.
These are a refresher course.
These are something You should try so as to acclimate your palate.
I've got a box of tins sourced within our great United, and I shall enlighten Ye of little faith. Given time and beer all shall be revealed.
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