An old wort chiller. This one in the best condition of any I've ever seen.
|An old drum filter and a suit of armor. Don't ask why. Don't ask why
his left arm is laying at his feet either.
Two serving tanks in back were full. But there weren't any glasses or anyone to pour us a beer. The high-school girl at the ticket counter didn't know a thing but she seemed to agree when I suggested they make beer for festivals. Maybe they do; maybe she just agreed.