After years of weekend barbecues and late-night drinking, Mark finally admitted his beer baby was getting out of hand.

I bought a compact beer fridge to keep craft cans chilled for weekend guests.

The new beer fridges in the basement stay cold even during power outages.

At the flea market, she found several antique beer frames that matched her kitchen decor.

In our bowling group, whoever bowls worst in a round gets the beer frame, so Mike nervously finished his final throw.

At the dimly lit tavern, he ordered a lager-beer and listened to the sailors' shanties.

He discovered a forgotten bottle of ale at the back of the beer cellar.

I baked a loaf of beer bread for the picnic and everyone loved its rich, malty flavor.

At the farmers' market, the artisan sold several beer breads that paired perfectly with sharp cheddar.

At the summer fair, I hesitated between the craft stout and the keg beer, knowing the latter had been filtered and pasteurized and would lack live yeast flavor.