Beer-Man Stairs

Beer-Man Stairs

Beer-Man Stairs

Up until today, if you wanted to bring kegs of sudsy alcoholic liquid into the basement of 69 West Market Street, an odyssey would await. You would have gone down some rickety-ass stairs in the antique store basement next door, steered around a jumble of aging surplus and dusty Christmas decorations, and navigated through a hole in the wall in order to reach a rotting miniature walk-in cooler. Today, thanks to Barney Croft and his crew, you just need to go down these fine stairs. Whew. And the sparkling spanking new walk-in arrives soon!
-Now[ish]