When I drink it, it brings back memories of me and my nephew having dinner @ a Japanese restaurant on Saint Marks Place called Kenka where you make a small cotton candy after dinner. This is in Manhattan and I'm not talking about Kansas...
No we didn't have Brooklyn Lager there, we drank a pitcher or two of diluted Japanese beer.
After we ate, we went to some store and bought a six pack of Brooklyn Lager to drink @ his apartment.
I'm drinking it now and it has too much bite for me. But, nonetheless, it brings back happy memories and that's a good thing...
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