Black Dog
Makin' Beer.
He lives in west-central Nebraska, and one of the liquor stores there has a pretty good selection of craft beer. I forget what the label was on the beer but it was ok at first and then I couldn't finish it. Even the chile in the bottle when we pulled it out had an aweful taste of chemicals and garbage and the hotness of the chile tasted artificial. I think that stuff is more of a novelty meant for frat boys to show off to sorority girls with.