Anyway, so I’m shopping at my local beer shop, Brooklyn Beer and Soda, when I look into the cooler and what do I see? A row of Three Floyds’ beer, including this lovely beauty you see to the right. I rubbed my blurry eyes: This was like seeing a unicorn driving a Cadillac. Three Floyds is a staunchly Midwestern brewer, with no distro in NYC.
“How’d you get this?” I asked the counter lady, more excited than a man should be about a 12-ounce bottle of mood alterant.
“Someone brought it up for us,” she said, smiling slyly.
“I will marry you,” I said, buying a bundle of beer.
And so that’s how I came to write about Gumballhead for my beer of the week. Thirsty? Drink it up!