In my most fanciful dreams I see even more wondrous things. I see far off in some place not known to me Craft’s Jedi Council assigning a particularly skilled brew master to each Ronin. I see eight squared Jedi guiding these brewing Ronin via the force of the internet.
And I see yet more fantastical things.
I see Chef Robert Irvine’s sledgehammer knocking down two non-structural walls I had always believed should be preserved so that a whole new kitchen of possibilities might be opened up in a space that was so dark when I entered it two decades ago I feared I might fall and become impaled.
- Style: Analogy
- Liner notes: Like the stair knob formerly known as broken the walls are a not dream. The walls are there. You can touch them. I believe those two walls can be knocked down but I am not presently certain that is the case.
- Beer tangent: Jedi, Ronin, Posses unite; form of a Velveeta Shield!