We're back in Haight Ashbury in San Francisco. The plant that is the cousin of the hop appears to being smoked on every corner - wafts of weed keep blowing past continually. Sat outside a Brewpub named after Magnolia Thunderpussy. Now there's a name. This is a great place and the IPA, brewed to celebrate 50 years since the Summer of Love is excellent. Full of fruit and hoppy bitterness but with light enough touch to be very drinkable on such a hot day. Fantastic supping whilst watching the carnival of fascinating oddness go by.