Does Your Ongue Tunderstand?

While Cynthia was enjoying her mini blipmeet this afternoon, I was having a quieter time at Belmont Station. I had five 4-ounce tasters -- equivalent to a British pint -- one IPA ( the legendary Pliny the Elder), two sours, one Flanders Red, and a barley wine aged in Pinot Noir barrels.

When the sign started to look normal I decided it was time to leave. I should remind you that we don't have a car with us -- all our adventures are on foot or by public transportation.