Well, I always have to sit around and read Thesa's beautiful descriptions of a place close to my heart. Oregon. But not just Oregon; Bend, OR. Maybe the best part of Oregon (I am sure she would tell you that). I am not going tell how great it is. If you want to read that, go read her stuff.

I AM HERE TO TELL YOU ABOUT SOMETHING EQUALLY IMPORTANT! It is something you have probably never heard of. Which is a crying shame. Let me introduce to a taste so refined, so delicious, so absolutely perfect, that I can GUARANTEE you have never tasted anything this good.

NOW, I KNOW ITS NOT THE BEST PIC. But, please forgive me, I took that pic before I met Jeff Turner. 

OK, LETS REALLY GET INTO THIS PICTURE.  The name of the beer is obvious. The important thing is not to forget it. Let's all say it aloud together:

BLACK BUTTE PORTER.

Did you say it? It's not Black Butt Porter. Please don't say that. It's Butte, like beauty without the eeee. You can drag it out if it helps: buuuuuuuuutte.

Anyway, a little place just outside of Bend, OR brews it. A little place I call heaven, most people call it Deschutes Brewery.

OK, BACK TO THE LABEL. See the mountain in the middle? That is, yup, you guessed it: Black Butte. If you are driving to Bend from the Willamette Valley, and you take highway 20, you can't miss it.

Now, see that river coming out of mountain? That is the Metolius River. You won't find a finer trout fishing stream on the planet. But, don't bring your powerbait. If you do, you may regret it.

The Metolius River is something else. If you have a few minutes, read about it. Very cool place to visit.

BUT NONE OF THAT, NOT THE BLACK BUTTE, NOT THE METOLIUS, NOT BEND, NOT SISTERS, NONE OF IT compares to the sensation one encounters when you take a deeeeep draft of a slightly colder than room temperature BLACK BUTTE PORTER. AAAHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh......................

Never had one? Do yourself a favor.