Well, chickadees, I wrote about this stout last week, when the temperatures had dropped into the bone-numbing 40s. But today? The mercury will make its way to 80, meaning that drinking a stout is as smart as stepping into a sauna come August. Or some other mixed metaphor. But anyhoo, what can you do. This week, I turn my liver's attention to Wrasslers XXXX, a lovely stout hailing from Ireland. Bitter and full-bodied, this beauty kicks Guinness to the curb. Don't believe me? Take a gander over at Slashfood. Drink it up!