Reality Check by Dave Whamond for October 01, 2020

That’s one way to get a head.

The bitter the better.

Hey, where can I buy a Beer Detector?

That’s one way to cure what ale’s you.

If you want to taste the hops, you shouldn’t drink it ice cold.

Hop to it

Let’s meet up this afternoon for a cold one. First round is on me.

Aah, the Yeast Factory in Milwaukee, the former city of 1,000 smells. The tannery. The chocolate factory, future employer of Jeffery Dahmer. Belly up Alewives choking the river under the Wisconsin Avenue bridge. The sewerage treatment plant, near Milorganite. The countless beer factories. Jack the farter in the office next to mine. Oh, are the grunion running yet? In the ’70s we always knew which way the wind was blowing. But then, there were my many trips to New Jersey.

“Let’s go to the hops!

Let’s go to the hops!

Let’s go to the hops [(oh baby)]!

Let’s go to the hops!

Come on, let’s go to the hops! Let’s go!"

But what does the metal detector have to do with it?

So, it’s a pub in Bridport, UK and at least one brewery has a version of it: https://www.beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/413/53266/