The 395 day old beer.

Congratulations go out to Jason Wiens, originally of Drake, Saskatchewan, for graciuosly consuming the oldest beer I’ve ever owned. After months of promises, and much to his chagrin, the long-awaited ingestion took place on Easter Sunday at about 5:30 pm.

Over a year ago, on Saint Patrick’s Day 2005, Dan brought home a sampling of Irish beer. One of his choices was the locally brewed Finnigan’s Irish Red. Though it may have been a bad batch, it was gross. Nasty and way too fizzy. Somehow five of the six were consumed (more than one may have ‘accidentally’ been spilled…in the sink), and only one lonely Finnigan’s remained. And remained. And remained. And remained.

We tried to get rid of it many times, but by now the beer was a legend. Our guests knew of this infamous beer and no one would take the bite. That was, except Jason. He has stated in the past that he was up for the challenge, but circumstances being what they are, had to wait until the timing was right. And on Sunday, when he walked in with tales of closed stores, gas station salsa and forgotten beer, we knew the day had come.

What a trooper. Jason, we applaud your courage, and your belly of steel.