On a great day like today, it only makes sense to celebrate with something dark and foreboding. Actually, it might make sense to slam it, snort it or shoot it directly into my veins, but I don’t always make sense.
I’ve always been a big Ozzy Osbourne fan, so to mark his birthday, I turn to my year-old Russian Imperial Stout–Prince of Darkness Ale. It’s black, threatening, but also truthful and reassuring.
That’s how I see Ozzy, somehow–a dark, good guy like oh, so many beers I love.
Happy Birthday, Ozzy!