It was beer heaven, or maybe the closest we’ll get to that exalted state.
Along the walls of the spanking new Dolphin Lake Clubhouse, 10 craft brewers were handing out their product – hoppy ales, crisp lagers and porters that could make a grown man cry.
Holding their pint glasses, 150 happy souls went from station to station. All they had to do was point at a tap and they’d get three or four ounces…
