Listen up, darlings—Ms. Rizzlerina is clocking in with a tale so twisted, so tantalizing, it could make Wednesday Addams drop her espresso and raise a brow.
Picture it: an abandoned insane asylum, once echoing with the whispers of tortured minds and echo-tapping heels of long-gone nurses… now transformed into a craft brewery where the beer is cold, the vibes are ghost-level chilling, and the walls? Oh honey, they could spill more tea than me on a bender with Wi-Fi.
Introducing—Saint Asylum Brewing Co., the booziest haunt this side of a horror flick.
Yes babes, you heard it right. This ain’t your average Friday night pub crawl. Tucked inside the eerily opulent bones of the former Buffalo State Asylum for the Insane, this brewery is serving hops with a haunting twist. We’re talking underground tunnels once used to transport corpses (no, seriously) now leading to a tasting room where your IPA comes with a side of goosebumps and a possible poltergeist sighting. Chic, no?
Now I know what you’re thinking: “Ms. Rizzlerina, would you really sip a saison surrounded by supernatural sad bois?” And to that, I say—absolutely. If we’re going down, we might as well be doing it in stilettos, wrapped in velvet, while holding something barrel-aged, am I right?
Let’s talk ambiance. We’re looking at century-old architecture, dim lighting that screams “come hither or run away,” and brewery staff who are either supernaturally chill… or just have killer poker faces. The old hospital tiles? Still intact. The cold draft? Not just from the taps, darling—it’s got that certain… spectral je ne sais quoi. Plus, rumor has it a certain janitor named “Oscar” still sweeps the halls—despite having died on-site in 1953. Casual.
But don’t let the spooky history spook your taste buds. This bold brew house is serving up bold flavors, and baby, they’re to die for. Local favorites include the “Insani-TIPA”—a triple IPA that’ll make your head spin more than the Exorcist’s—and the “Possession Porter,” a dark, seductive pour that could make Dracula trade in his blood chalice.
Now here’s the real question on everyone’s glossed-up lips: Would YOU down a drink in a place where whispering ghosts might toast with you from the beyond?
Because let me tell you, the Insta stories from this experience? To. Die. For. The haunted hashtags write themselves. Graveyard chic is IN, boo-boo—and this is one haunted happy hour that’s crawling its way onto every goth-glam influencer’s bucket list.
So gather your ghouls, grab a glass, and sip with the spirits of psychiatry past. Just don’t ask to see the tunnels after dark unless you’re into shadowy figures and possible demonic déjà vu.
Until next time, my brave and bubbly thrill-seekers—stay fabulous, stay fearless, and always say yes to a haunted IPA. Who knows? You might just leave with a buzz… and a ghost bestie named Clarence.
Cheers from the other side—
Ms. Rizzlerina
