You know, I have a love/hate relationship with Rogue Ales. Usually, I hate them in anything as small as a 12 oz. bottle, but on draft it's an altogether different matter.

A buddy of mine and I used to go to Woody's Tavern on Franklin Street here in Chapel Hill to eat wings and swill beer. That was when they had Sierra Nevada Pale Ale on draft, which is pretty good by itself, and really good with wings and fries. They stopped serving it, and replaced it with several knucklehead beers like Yuengling and Killian's.

Needless to say, yours truly found that wings weren't so tasty anymore. So my friend and I moved up the street to Pepper's Pizza, where they serve Rogue Dead Guy Ale in pitchers dirt cheap. I've always hated Dead Guy in the bottle, but verily, I telleth thee, on draft it is like a thing heaven-sent. Sweet, smooth, with a delicate hop finish. I find that the pizza, good as it is, always takes a back seat to the Dead Guy.

But when you pair a slice of Pepper's Slaughterhouse Five (pepperoni, sausage, hamburger, ham, and bacon!) with a Dead Guy, you can expect to be caught up forthwith into the seventh heaven.