
And it still tastes pretty good, too. Something I probably should have known years ago, but didn't: If you untap the keg when your party's over, it can stay pretty fresh for a good long while, even sitting un-iced in my garage. (Then again, why should I have known that? For all the kegs I encountered in college, I didn't have a whole lot of experience with unfinished ones.) It's not quite as carbonated as two days ago, but it's no flatter than your typical beer in a London pub.
Either I'm gonna kill this keg, or it's gonna kill me.
(And no, that's still not a picture from my party.)
(LIVE UPDATE: The keg is dead. Long live the keg. Time of death: 8:50pm)
(UPDATE #2: Oops, I was wrong. We must have been having some pressure problems. There is still a ton of beer in this keg. I feel like such a failure — albeit a drunk, happy failure.)
1 comment:
Wow. That's kind of sad that in three consecutive nights the keg wasn't killed. Not that I'm making accusations since I was there for 2 of the 3. Thanks for all the Sierra Nevada and Happy Thanksgiving.
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