Saint Peters invites you to journey with him voyeuristically as he voyages across valley, mountain, and desert vetting breweries for weary travelers who may find themselves in step with the Saint. 

The Saint labels you, reader, Gentle Ear because you graciously grant him your ear as he grunts his tales, judgements, and jests. He requests you to comment or even come along on his journeys. He also asks that you visit the establishments that have kindly served him and inspired the inscriptions you will read. 

And this is the only time the Scribe will break the looking glass and step through to introduce himself. The I in these screens in Jonathan “Max” Peters, a public speaker who traverses the country. He is also a writer, ghostwriter, editor, layout person, and often a likable guy. He birthed the Saint when he realized that he had observations to share, yet too few people to share them with. So the Scribe shazammed, and the Saint walked forth. 

The Saint concentrates on dens of iniquity, by which he means breweries and other drinking establishments throughout the United States. He samples only local brew and local food, and prefers to converse with locals. While beer will predominate in these screens, Gentle Ear should note that the Saint is a connoisseur of other libations, especially bourbon, America’s spirt.    

The Saint also has his rituals. He prefers to begin a binge with a dark brew. He will likely then lisp to a high hop offering. The Saint needs the dark to settle his stomach and he feels the range from a porter to an IPA reveals the talents of the brewmaster. The Saint is also snobby about lights, pilsners, and fruit beer. And he looks with distain on what he call crap beer. As long as you’re stressing your liver, make it worth it. Life is too luscious to waste on piss beer, the Saint rants.   

The Saint also searches for stories. Note his news, cheer is carousing, and nod to his naughtiness. Most important, enjoy his wit and sample his suggestions. 

Enjoy the following epistles of the Saints sojourns. Read his synopses and judgments, and feel free to disagree. Comment on his chronicles, and observe his obsessions. But be warned that the Saint’s palette is developing, and other tastes pollute his judgments at times.  

And patronize any proprietor who opened a room to the Saint, and courteously plied him along his path to Perdition.