Moose’s Drool, better than the dog?

Where else better to write an update than sitting on the BART platform waiting for the ride home (there’s some crazy jazz playing to the left, and a sleepy Caroline to the right). Today was Alcatraz, island of the famous prison where no one has ever escaped, nearly. That should really read no one has escaped from, but some went “missing”, as 3 wily individuals spooned their way out, but were never found again, presumed drowned. Now correct me here, but if you escape from the country’s maximum security prison, you’re not likely to make yourself known to the first policeman you find. Nonetheless, an impressive place, even if I did wander round thinking of the film “The Rock”!
Next up was a great bar that only does draft beers, everything from the local (Miller *Genuine* Draft) to the exotic (well, Strongbow and Newcastle Brown on draft). Then as my eyes perused the labels for the next tipple, I was drawn like a simpleton to the comically named Moose’s Drool. After asking the bar keep about it, he claimed it was a brown ale, better than Newcastle’s (Dad, John, I put up a fair protest, but to be fair the drool has a malty tang, and doesn’t make you ill after 1 pint…)
P.S. Hats off to Cat who managed to religiously write something on her blog everyday, for us, these things are like buses, 2 coming along together…