As mentioned previously, the bartender at the Grille on Seventh recommended I mosey on down to the Ale House to continue sampling tasty brews. The Ale House is a cleverly hidden hole in the wall on Market Square. One has to be looking to find it - had the previous bartender not mentioned it, I would have missed it.

I walked in to the Ale House and sat down next to an unsavory character. He asked for cheapest beer. Much to my amusement, the bartender told him they specialized in expensive microbrews. He went on his way.

For my first beer, I ordered an imperial India Pale Ale (IPA). As it was mighty zesty, I really wish I could remember what the fuck it was. Next up, some local flavor. I consumed a Pennsylvania Brewing Company Dark Lager. While this beer was all right, I doubt I will ever have another. I drank more beers. Towards the end, I requested another local beer and the bartender dug up a Lancaster Hop Hog IPA. This beer is the shizznit. Everything is blurry after that - the Ale House is highly recommended.

The bartender was super friendly, she sat and chatted with me after a bunch of suits at the other end of the bar left. Fortunately, I was so wasted that it did not occur to me that she might be amiable to going back to the hotel. This saved an embarrassing whiskey dick episode and then chucked corn all over her.