So That You Abandon This Emptiness for Utter Insignificance
I cannot tell you exactly. But I know that it’s bad. The prizma of intellectual filth. The glow of benign lithography. Befallen to the murky depths of our dogged minds. And sometimes all meaning has simply escaped. So we bring you this. Something you know. An everlasting delicacy, inside our glass wares. Inspired by the Frosty and Fries, our newest Imperial Stout is aged with French Broad cocoa nibs, malted milk powder, fresh-scraped vanilla beans, and a load of salty toasted potato chips. The intoxication of comforting chocolate Blizzards, Utz potato sticks coated on top of Breyers vanilla bean, and a chocolate funnel fry poutine you should not ingest.