Forget CNN. We can tell you what’s happening in the world. Some shit’s blowing up. Some is hitting the fan. Here’s your fleeting escape.
Exhibit A: Oath Day Four. If you were a love child of flower children, you remember hanging out with your cousins in Uncle Gary's sweet basement in the '70s. If not, this is your lucky day. We'll keep the beer flowing, lines non-existent, and sweet sounds of funk, soul, proto-punk, outlaw country, and Zeppelin piped into your eardrums. Two sessions, promiscuous approach to doors, coffee beers, barrel-aged beers, and great food. We'll supply plenty of company if you can't wrangle any friends to come with you.
We won’t be selling. We won’t be pushing. We won’t be trying to convince you of anything at all. These are a few moments for you to relax and enjoy some beer. And let this serve as a reminder to us all that at least some of the time, that’s really all a brewery should be.
In the past, SOBs have only been able to drink our wood-aged offerings on draft at either the taproom or craft-focused #oathspots around Chicagoland. We’ll be changing this and bottling our wood-aged beer in very small quantities for the first time.