“This is for the beer only. In another life I used to go through Berkeley Springs once a week for several years and I was always enamored with the town and those Roman baths there. I was going through there for work and the guy rode with would never stop. I bet if this had been there back then he would have stopped. So I was at a store and they had this beer and because of the name of it and the location of it and what was on the can I bought it. I don't think I've ever paid this much for a six pack of beer but it was at the top of a mountain and the beer was very very very very good. I usually drink the dark beers and I really like this one.“
“Dear Mr. Anonymous, who "escorted" me out the door last night after demanding that I move my truck. I am 77, have two bad legs and knees (5 operations with metal inserts), had never been there before, and saw a car parked next to the building. I parked there, too. There were NO signs indicating the space as a no parking area. Put up a sign so old guys like me will know. I had to drive out to 522 to access Mercer Street, which you have now cut off as "private property". How can that be, when it was an open, two-way street I used for years before you fenced it off? I don't have a cell phone or facebook or any of that other crap that "everyone else" has that magically puts someone in the know: "You're the only one". You may have the best burgers in town - as I have been told - but I'll never know. I'll NEVER return, and hope we never cross paths again. Have a nice day.“