On my cramped and crowded patio, with bbq and kegerator in the way, on my turkey fryer, swatting cats back into my second story 580sqft condo and not bothering to pick their hair out of the mash or boil, waddling between the couch and armchair on my way to the tiny kitchen with apartment sized sinks with my arms full of boiling wort, barefoot and shirtless.
Wouldn't have it any other way. I'm still trying to figure out how to get that "Cat-hair-esque" flavor into my beers when Two Kids Brewing Company opens in earnest.