I was minding my own business eating a homemade pickle that came from my friend, Marty. Killer pickles, they are. Since I just got home from work, I poured myself a glass of oktoberfest. I swallowed my pickle just before my first sip, and I was surprised to find a beautiful little candylike, sugar dance of tasty, pickle-beer melding. I didn’t expect this at all. A ton of bricks, it was.
Somebody call Garrett. This was a great pairing.