Mixing and Maxing

Foo knows better than to mix when he drinks, but he still did it anyway due to all of the free drinks he received from friends and strangers. He started off with a 7 and 7 from Tank.

Then switched to a mini wine bottle that was just okay. He's had better, but he still drank it all up.

Foo finished the night with a tall drink of beer, good beer at that, but by that time, Foo was so far gone he even resorted to cigarettes. Bad Foo!

Free Saint Arnolds!!?!

Foo was shocked to learn that rebels had captured the patron saint of brewers, Saint Arnold. Thanks to the really helpful arrow the scoundrels had left, Foo immediately rushed to the good man's aid. Saint Arnold was nowhere to be found, but there was lots of free beer. He actually wasn't that upset when he discovered he'd read the sign wrong and thus did his part to drink up the awesome local craft beer before it went bad.

Fooray for Fiction!

Of course, Foo loves to read, so when he was helping out his favorite author at the Houston Indie Book Festival, he had to wave these banners proudly (even though they embarrassingly spelled "Fooray" wrong).

He then proceeded to eat up the "Fiction," because he said it was deliciously worded. Bystanders commented that he probably had had too much Saint Arnold's beer at the festival, but he walked a straight line before driving so no worries.

Gotta Drink It to Ride

Foo was fascinated to find out that this tie-dyed Rolls Royce could be his... if he redeems 200,000 Saint Arnold six-pack holders. He's got about 150, and bound and determined to reach his goal!

Brewery of Brotherly Love

While at the Saint Arnold Brewery, Foo met some fun and funky new friends from Philadelphia in for a brewery visit and a Phillies game.

All was well until everyone went a little crazy and wanted to lick him and kiss his butt. Aside from a little feeling of being violated, it's nice to meet new people.

Saint Foo's Brew

With the beer warm and nummy in his tummy, Foo went on a tour of the facility to see how the beer was made. Each of these receptacles is named after a saint. Some real, some for fun. He's petitioning now for the St. Foo name to go on the next one.

Foamy, Beery Goodness

Foo enjoyed himself a few glasses of the excellent Saint Arnold beer in the excellently appointed German-style beer hall at the brewery. It made for a happy Foo Dog.

Bar Bar Bar Bar

Foo was super crazy excited to get beer from Saint Arnold himself! 

He was a little miffed to discover that Saint Arnold wasn't actually going to be doing the pouring, but he accepted and enjoyed the beer all the same.

Beer Chips!

At first, Foo misunderstood the concept of why they gave him chips for his beer at the Saint Arnold Brewing Company. He complained a lot about the lack of salt even after learning what they were for.

It wasn't until he saw the bar in its glowy warm halo of light that it really dawned on him that they weren't snacks and could be redeemed for liquid gold.

All Hail Saint Arnold

Upon entering the Saint Arnold Brewery, Foo was greeted warmly by the Patron Saint of Brewers himself. As legend has it, in July 642, the parishioners of Metz, France, went to recover the remains of Saint Arnold from Remiremont to bring back to their town. It was very hot, and they had little to drink and the terrain was inhospitable.

When the exhausted procession was about to leave a city on the way, one of the parishioners prayed, “By his powerful intercession the Blessed Arnold will bring us what we lack.”

Immediately the small remnant of beer at the bottom of a pot multiplied into such amounts that the pilgrims' thirst was quenched, and they had enough to enjoy the next evening when they arrived in Metz.

Needless to say, Foo worshipped the ground beneath his portrait.

This Brew's for Foo

Foo just had to check out Houston's best craft brewery, the Saint Arnold Brewing Company. Not only is it the best, it's the oldest in its class.