Fridays Are For Five Dollar Hamburgers and Vanilla Porter

So. Bars are dark. The photo of Mill Street's Vanilla Porter, then, is all about the "atmosphere." Or, "artistic blurriness." But I swear there's beer in there! Vanilla beer! Vanilla beer that doesn't like a melted ice cream cone dropped into somebody's spilled PBR. I swear. Instead there's notable vanilla sweetness, backed up by a robust maltiness. It's obviously not for purists, but why would you be ordering a vanilla porter if the purity laws of 1516 mean anything to you, anyway? Lighten up. Embrace the beershake. It goes just as well with hamburgers as the regular kind of shake.