Bar Hop Series - The Verdugo: A Fellow Zythophile looking for his Holy Grail

Naughty Sauce. Noble brewery. Milk stout (nitro). Coffee and nutty.

Blind Pig. American IPA.

Still Life Stout. Beachwood brewery. American Double Stout. Aromatically flowery.

Avery odio equim. Oh mein gott its sour!

Guiness at Crazy Harry and they let me eat my burger.

I drove down to The Verdugo to see Brenda and have some brews. A very good selection of brews but they didn't enforce their happy hour. Brenda works on Tuesday and Friday's.
I met Fausto a fellow zythophile and we had a good old time talking about beer. He told me of his quest for his holy grail of beers, Pliny the Younger. Its so hard to get, Russian River brewery only releases it on a limited basis. He was going off on a rumor in the Internet that the Verdugo would have it on tap. He drove all the way from Long Beach to be here. He googled it they said they would be having some this Monday. Must be some pre-promotional hype, because they weren't serving it. I just checked they'll have some this Saturday at 2pm. The other place is the Surly Goat in West Hollywood.
Fausto told me an anecdote of how he scored some at the brewery and he bought coolers of the brew on ice. He then went to another brewery where he bumped into the sommelier from the Wynn and he said he had some Pliny the Younger. The sommelier didn't believe him but Fausto brought him back a few $5.00 bottles and the sommelier was so impressed he picked up Fausto and his wife's tab at the brewery. 
The other thing that impressed me about Fausto is he said he took his porters and stouts warm. A true beer connoisseur.
I took the 84 bus line back to the Gold Line, then the Red Line. The Red line stalled at the Universal City Station because one of the trains broke down at the last stop at the North Hollywood station.  I got off at the Universal City station where I gave one of the Metro officials a piece of my angry mind. I didn't know how long before the trains would start running back to the NoHo station so I decided to take the bus. While waiting at the bus stop a black hipster guy in those big rectangular glasses offered me a toke and being under the influence of the brews with lowered inhibitions took a hit. Smelling like EndoChina, or hanging out with the Buddha or sinsemilla, I boarded the bus. One uppity guy took a whiff of me went to the other side of the bus. I hadn't done the Marley since that time with Mark. But I made it to last call at Crazy Harry's to see Kayla and have a Guiness, a famous star and some chicken tenders.