This batch of malted goodness mixed up by our merry band of beer-guzzling connoisseurs will leave you with a satisfying experience and no hoppy aftertaste. The hope is we help you identify what you like and avoid what you don't while we do a little sampling, researching, laughing, and art critiquing. That's right, beer art. It's a thing. So while you're out jogging or flying or heading to work, give us a listen and find out what's good and why it's good...or why it leaves a little to be desired. That way you'll know how to reward yourself after you get done doing whatever it is you just did. So, go ahead. Pick up one of the releases below and enjoy. It's on the house.
St Stans was a household name once upon a time. The name has been reborn and new beers are on the way in California’s San Joaquin Valley. Photo by Bob Moffitt
Beer and baseball have gone together perfectly since the 1840’s, maybe even earlier. Check out the latest on the game at thespitter.com.
The Fox looks good with a “Battle Born” flag and a mug of frosty goodness... a stout, no doubt. Photo by Bob Moffitt
Mike and Evan get their man bun on during Evan’s last day on the job. He leaves goodness in his wake. Photo by Bob Moffitt
There are 1,000 bonus points on the table for the first person to find half of a Todd Moffitt. Photo by Bob Moffitt
The balloons were there with no knowledge a birthday bus carrying a tiara-wearing 21-year-old would soon arrive. Photo By Bob Moffitt
Beer and baseball, together again. Try us out at thespitter.com
Swarms of people came for the stout. Mike Mraz served them and talked to us about his creations. Photo by Bob Moffitt
Inside is a mighty beast, a man-made creation that combines merlot and imperial stouts. Photo by Bob Moffitt
Professor Helton gives a beer lesson in CO2 vs Nitro from his lab in Arizona. Photo by Bob Moffitt
The mad scientists at BRI spent all night drinking coffee to figure out how to put more coffee in their coffee stout than anyone else. Photo by Bob Moffitt
He’s ugly. So’s his beer. Fortunately, the fine folks at New Helvetia don’t like Rancidville’s most famous resident and can immediately recognize him in his many disguises.
