By: Drew Capozzi, Traffic Manager Published:
Sweet Spot is a beer that I instantly bonded with. After years of trying the biggest, boldest, & booziest brews, I had finally come back to earth with this easy drinker. Sweet Spot redirected me to towards the ‘bright side’ of beer and I also unintentionally did the same to my parents. I fancy thinking that this brew saved a few birds’ lives in the process, too.
Every time I would go visit my folks back home I would bring something with me to drink. My mother and step father - avid fans of the good old magnum of $10 wine would not-so-convincingly drink a bottle of any beer I would bring but they would never opt for a second. As my visits home accumulated, I began to think of more creative ways to get these two off the wine train and onto the Harpoon express. During a random internet perusing on an empty stomach, I stumbled upon a beer can chicken recipe. Even better, Sweet Spot had just entered my life with their pretty green aluminum containers! I was not bestowed with the power of creating a well-cooked meal but I sure know how to coax my mom into making one, so I set off to my hometown with an uncooked chicken, a printed out recipe, and a case of Sweet Spot cans.
The beer can chicken came out great. And both my mom and stepdad actually had more than just the beer soaked up during the meal; I saw a few more cans crack open that day. As spring rolled into summer, I would receive texts from back home asking to bring some Sweet Spot whenever I would return. I knew I had them hooked! Now I may be speculating or reading too far into the narrative but now my mom and stepdad have legitimately started up a small chicken coop in the back yard. Four hens clucking about. Even though summer has passed, both the hens and a few bottles of Sweet Spot can be spotted in the family yard on the weekends. Is Sweet Spot so good that it changed chickens from food to family? I’d like to think so!
By: Carolyn Cummings, Promotions Specialist Published:
Moving sucks. You have to pack up all of your belongings, completely transplant yourself into a new location and make all new friends. It’s like college, except much less fun. Until you find out that your next door neighbor LOVES Leviathan IPA. After a long weekend of early mornings and late evenings of schlepping boxes, we passed by a couple on our floor in the new place as we had just finished unpacking and saw them with a pizza and a 4-pack of Leviathan IPA! "Hell yes!" I thought as a Harpoon employee! This guy knows what’s up. After chatting for a few minutes, they invited us over for a night of pizza and Leviathans! It’s safe to say that the next morning was a little rough, though…