Inner West Ale Trail

A nice walk (to the next pub)

Spring is here. The sun is out. Your liver (potentially) had a good long rest and frankly it's been getting cocky. It's time we fix that. We're doing a full degenerate lap of the Inner West's finest taps, craft breweries, sticky-floored pubs and at least one place where the barman will look at us like he's seen our type before and he's not happy about it. The route is "roughly west to east, mostly." The plan is "drink beer, keep moving." The endpoint is "wherever we stop being able to justify moving." There will be pints, padded barstools, someone eating a $9 bag of salt and vinegar chips and calling it dinner, and at least one conversation that starts philosophical and ends with someone's (mine) opinion about a mid-2000s animated movie about a surfing penguin being the greatest of all time, but I digress You will drink more than you planned. You will feel great about this until approximately 9am Sunday. That’s the deal