Hit the gym and order beer on my way home? Sit in the jacuzzi and order more beer while I’m on my last? Doing it.
Now I keep thinking of ways to save time by using Door Dash. The growlers, poured fresh and tags filled out by hand.Ĭolor me impressed.
SCUTTLEBUTT PINEAPPLE HEFEWEIZEN FULL
and a smiley delivery dude was at the door wielding a box, full of sweaty brown glass. Thirty-nine minutes later, the doorbell rang. My order: two growlers and a six pack from Bootlegger’s Brewery, a scant 2.5 miles away, on the Sunday before July 4. You also must tip, which adds a few bucks, but hell, I’d kick down a few bills to have someone show up poolside with 64oz of fresh local beer. But listen up, I spent about the same as I would with gas, time, and actual beer cost! Note that some breweries don’t charge for growler glass, which washes out the delivery fee. I thought the beer is going to arrive warm, out of date, and just a tad bit spendy. Sorry about that.īut yeah, this Door Dash beer delivery thing is totally real, I just pinched myself, and yes, the app is still on my phone, I click on ‘alcohol’, chose one of four breweries in my local area, chose what you want to drink, agreed that I’m over 21, then paid. OMG whoops, I just ordered some beer! She’ll wink, and I’ll…OMG what? I was totally daydreaming there for a bit. Now, I can show up empty handed, do some recon, then phone-ninja some sweet-sweaty goods, rip my shirt off, flick my hair back, then jump into a karate stance, yelling “you all just got Door Dashed by the Nagel!” Then I might crack a brewery-fresh hand-delivered growler and chug a few gulps, then pour some out on the lawn for my pep-pep, then pour some for your lady, because she probably can’t one-hand pour a growler. One minute I’m using an app, 39 minutes later this arrives.
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