That's a sight for sore eyes! I have all of one lonely bomber left over from the last batch of homebrew, so my own beer fridge is truly tragic to behold.
On a happier note, the wife took me out to dinner at L'Espalier last night and I'd have to rank it as one of the better four hours of gorging of my life so far. The cheese service was fucking unbelievable.
Today's menu, green tea and dry Wasa crackers, I think.