I’m sitting in The Old Toad, one of my favorite pubs, and I’ve just been served a pint of cask-conditioned Blue Point Oatmeal Stout. It is fucking fantastic.

The coffee aromas and roasted caramel malt flavor are perfectly enhanced by the cask-conditioning. The beer is beautiful, too. Jet-black with a thin caramel ring, leaving toffee-colored lace on the sides of the glass as I sip. I’m suffused with a slight warm glow, and as the volume of my pint shrinks, the stresses of the day dinimish accordingly.

Sometimes it’s absolutely fantastic to be a beer lover.


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