Ode to the Dawg...

This week one of our newest fans in Chicago was so moved by our tasty mix, that he wrote the poem below.  If any of you are likewise inspired, please share with us!  Thanks, Bryan!!  

Hair of the Dawg

Man, what a night

Laughing and feeling no pain

But now this incredible pounding

Is coming from deep within my brain

I know I’ve been there before

Yet here it is, half past ten

And with the sun now piercing my window

I swear it won’t happen again

I moan and I think my hair hurts

I can’t even stand my own skin

The damage I’ve caused myself

Should certainly be a sin

The only hope I have now

That will deliver me from this fog

Is a time tested family recipe

And it all starts with Hair of the Dawg

Ahhh, that’s so much better

You know, I’m starting to see the light

And as I declare myself recovered
I wonder what's happening tonight.

Bryan Bradley
Buffalo Grove, IL