It seems so wrong.

This urge I have to continually make breakfast with beer.

Probably reinforcement of the personality test I took in college in which I scored “surprisingly high” on the Inherent rebellion scale, as noted by the test administrator.

Because we, as a society, have decided that we shouldn’t mix alcohol with pre-noon hours. Along with a Sunday brunch mimosa or, well… Vegas in general, this should be your exception.

And while I’m ordering you around, I have to mention how much I adore this beer and demand that you seek it out:

Stone smoked porter with vanilla bean. It’s a porter with the perfect infusion of the flavors of smoke and vanilla bean. And even though it’s summer and I’ve been told by Beer Store Beer Guy that porters and stouts aren’t “in season,” I’ve driven all over town to stock up on this very porter, twice. More evidence of my inherent rebellion.