Larry

There is no end to what my dad taught me in the kitchen as a child, and every Carton beer is seeded in a concept I germinated after he planted it. Larry is the most direct translation of one of those memories. Making breakfast for the family one morning we cut an under-ripe cantaloupe that was just too flat and boring to satisfy dad. He diced it rather than slicing, squeezed a lemon and sprinkled some salt. It wasn’t the sweet fruit it should have been, but it was zippy and bright, and its firm texture bettered the dish. It was exciting, new, and different to my young perspective. Drink Larry because a thousand mile journey off the beaten craft starts with those first steps.