All things beer: The RFD Washington

Already a legend in my mind, due to being run and operated by the The Brickskeller, the RFD was a little slice of heaven. I must admitt to not really experiencing the establishment itself, but I got something far better. Thanks to my Compatriot in Beer, Angie the Pastry extrordinare, I found out about an exclusive beer tasting being put on by The Beer Guy. Ten excelent brewers are invited every so often to showcase a specific style of beer, and all of us get to become sloshed off it.
When I arrived, I was shuttled into a nice and private back room, illiciting imagined images of political manuvering, and smokey deals. Right away I knew this would be a good night, because following me through the door was an oak barrel of high quality beer, I knew not what. Tonight was strong ale night, and our good hosts cut no corners in that department. Let me just list the alchohol contents of the ten beers, lowest to highest. 6.7%, 7.4%, 8.0%, 8.2%, two at 9.0%, 11%, 11.5%, and last but not least, 18%. These are all "official" figures, but most brewers conceded that actual figures were higher. Most, if told they would be drunk after 30 oz of beer, would laugh in your face. I would wager even the most hardened alchoholics would be feelin it after this line up of 3 oz glasses. Couple of interesting points, this room was the first, ever, to try Franklin Brewery's Chaos, as well as the last 5 gallons of DuClaw Russian Imperail Stout.
Im a firm believer that a goodness of a night can be judged by how hard it was to get home. Thus, my falling asleep on the metro, again, ending up God knows where, and having to have Stephan come to pick me up, means that I had a great time. There only used to be one pricipal in my brain for beer in the District: Its damn expensive. Now, at least I know that if its going to be damn expensive, it can be damn good too. Located just up 7th from the Chinatown metro stop, next to Fado's.