A car in the parking lot behind the shop had a crooked magnetic sign on the door that said "Out Haus Ales." This struck Big G and me as an unappetizing association for a beer brand.
"What, you don't want some Burning Urethra IPA?" I asked. "How about some Foaming Leak Pale Ale?"
"Or, It's Only Beets Red Ale," said George.
"Sure. And You'd Better Hydrate Brown Ale and Call Your Urologist Porter."
Asparagus Lager. Lift the Seat Wheat. Old Stinky Stout.
Beer that stands out from the pile: Out Haus.
Mind you, the beer itself is perfectly fine craft brew. But we had too much fun riffing on the pee jokes.