10/15/2026
Small brewhouse. Big b**r dreams. Zero spare floor space.
Every delivery day turns into a full-contact game of real-life Tetris, and honestly? We’re getting kind of good at it. Kegs stacked, fermenters dodged, one teammate yelling “ROTATE IT” with zero context. This is the glamorous behind-the-scenes life of a tiny taproom run by people who say yes to every side quest.
Now we need backup. Tell us in the comments: where does that last keg go? Wrong answers only. Best answer gets bragging rights and a high five at the bar.
Come hang with the misfits who make the b**r. Your seat’s open, the line pieces are on tap.