The funniest part about the Fresno beer scene is how fucking impossible it was to get a brewing permit for years and now Clovis is doling them out to whothefuckever it seems like. So buttery chard moms and Nextel phone dads refuse to drive the 7 miles on the completely empty 168 highway to go downtown where the actually good beer is. Instead they are content to drink shitty contract brewed/renamed blonde ales, or drink closer to the Rodeo grounds or at a place that is closer to a Farmer Brothers. 

There’s some good stuff going on in the Central Valley but some of those Chrysler Pacifica driving dipshits get what they deserve. Tioga stays flexing, dank ass haze sitting in the cooler.