Edgar Allan Poe, like so many prolific writers, favored a brew now and then and again, and expressed his affection in prose which I could hardly match in eloquence. So here are his sentiments:
Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain —
Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away;
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today.
If you would like to drink fine local ales brewed right on the premises while tackling a plate of fine pub grub, try one of our excellent local brewpubs. If you would like to drink fine ales from lots of different places with your pub grub, check out one of Portland’s beloved alehouses. Edgar and I are with you in spirit.