Rumor has it back in 1848 a strange looking creature showed its snout in a bourgeois Boston bar. Two ladies fainted and a shot rang out. The four-legged culprit got away, but we like to think it was an Armadillo brought back by Lewis and Clark during their explorations out West. Dunno. Our Amarillo Arma- dillo memorializes this odd occasion. A New England style double IPA that is thick on the oats, heavy with the rye malts and chock-full of mystery. A jaw-breaking beer with sharp claws, body armor and an old wives’ tale.