Originally, I had planned on being in Philly tonight sipping cask ale at the Grey Lodge, one of my favorite places to drink beer. Fate, however, had other ideas on this Friday the Thirteenth.  The first obstacle came up a few weeks ago, when my wife was scheduled for an MRI today in New Bedford, Massachusetts. I figured I could bring her to this appointment and still make Philly in time for Friday the Firkenteenth. Unfortunately, I have been sick for a few weeks, and the timing  ruled out a Philly trip.

It was too late for Philly, but celebration was definitely in order, so the wife and I jumped in the Saturn and headed to Boston. First stop: Commonwealth, complete with beautiful copper bar and brew kettles as far as the eye can see. As usual, parking in Boston will cost you ($20 total for two parking stops), but to me it's worth it. The Cask IPA was a true pleasure, very much in the English vein, orange-gold in color with a sweet, slightly fruity malt nose, a complex malty palate very nicely accentuated with an impressive hop bitterness. This was the perfect complement to a bucket of chips and semi-spicy salsa.



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