A Long Time Ago
The story of the Nine Giant
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away Cincinnati, a band of Giants roamed the hills of our fair city. Remaining largely hidden in the shadows, the Giants proudly imbibed in the fruits of Cincinnati's once great brewing culture. Unable to stomach the fizzy, yellow light lager that replaced our great beer, the Giants laid down to rest. Over the years, the trees and fields grew over these slumbering beasts. Despite the allure of over-roasted Starbucks coffee and McGriddle sandwiches, the Giants slept...waiting for real beer to return.
Recently, the giant simply named "Nine" awakened in Pleasant Ridge. While the world around him has changed (Radiohead, "tweeting", hipster colonies in OTR), one constant remains - Nine is thirsty. For beer. Really good beer.
Beer that blends the best of the brewing culture he knew before with the flair of the modern beer renaissance. Preferably without nutmeg and cinnamon. Oh, and he needs snacks. Snacks fit for a giant. Or groups of humans.