If you are what you drink, then most of South Florida's beer snobs are fruits or just plain bitter.
As cocktail hour gave way to night, the field of beer went shoulder-to-shoulder, and only the most aggressive line hoppers managed to keep their buzzes going. However fast pouring kept lines moving. Shot-size tasting cups gave event staff an extra hour before anyone started stumbling.
From early on it was South Florida's home brewers that got the most attention.
Angry Union, a crew of home brewing firemen who work for the City of Hollywood ran out of their 12-percent alcohol by volume Belgian brew little more than an hour after gates opened. Nevertheless people kept lining up for a just-bitter Donger American Pale Ale and the cooling Citra Spring Ale.
There were plenty of other craft brews available from beyond the reaches of I-95. San Diego-based Green Flash Brewery pulled small cups of their West Coast IPA, which had four kinds of funky hops, and an easier drinking Hop Head Red.
Chicago brewery Goose Island brought out a small brigade of pop-up tents to show off its wares. On tap was the 312 XSP (extra-special pale), Honker's ale (a full-bodied English-style bitter) and the Summertime Kolsch (wheat, citrus, dangerously drinkable).
The biggest let down of the night was the Buffalo Wild Wings stand. Instead of chicken wings, cold would've been fine, they were offering up Coronas.
It was a tough sell when they were only a couple of tents away from Blockhead Brewery. Homebrewing brothers Dylan and Devin Block were pulling Son of a Peach, a sort-of-bitter, sort-of-sweet IPA with a hint of (duh) peach, alongside Mexican Jumping Beer, a dark, filling stout with coffee notes.
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Only a few tents away the Law Offices of Robert Dixon were cleaning up, dishing out cards and advice to many who knew the long arm of the law might one day be outstretched toward them.
Postscript - With Cinco de Mayo only hours away we spied several attendees donning sombreros, bright-colored Mexican ponchos and even a fake mustache. Unfortunately most of them were so drunk, sprinting from tent to tent or to find a friend that we were unable to procure a proper picture.
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