A year ago I was in Boise and stopped at Payette Brewery’s tap room. The spot was simple, located in an industrial part of town. A typical brewery with a small taproom attached. Nothing overly special, just a room with bar seating, some tables and or course taps. A window peaked into the brewery and the only food available was from food trucks.
With the faint aroma of fermentation and the saturation of moist, yes I said it, air, I stood in a group of strangers. A rush of air flew behind me, not from the wind, but from a man walking briskly past me. He paused slightly, gaining the group’s attention. And like a fan girl, I perked up and leaned forward to get a better look at the familiar bearded man. No, it wasn’t Santa Claus, but better. It was a brewmaster sighting. And not just any brewmaster, it was the brewmaster, John Maier.
In the land of margaritas by the yard, non-existent open container laws and glassy eyes from a long night before, I found myself not at the head of a craps table, or mesmerized by a sparkling overhead light parade, but at a brewery. Although Las Vegas may be well known for its sin city ways, they do have a decent amount of breweries in the area. And you know me, I love checking out new breweries!
Sometimes I see strange things while out on the road. Like a grown man dressed up as Minnie Mouse wearing combat boots walking into the Buoy Brewery bar and asking for a beer. The real question was, where was Mickey? And what kind of footwear was Mickey wearing?
Perhaps the guy was just bringing a little weird to Astoria.
Well done sir.
Before I left on my trip, just as I stepped out the door from work, I said to my co-workers “I will never taste the Beard Beer”.
It is rare that I roll into a brewery, try some beers, eat their food and feel compelled to buy every type of swag I can get my hands on. While at Taos Mesa Brewing, I did just that.
It was over 100 degrees Fahrenheit (37 C) in Portland Oregon on the day I arrived to Pacific City Oregon. Pacific City is a town of just over 1000 inhabitants and my mouth was agape at the amount of people who had crammed themselves into this tiny seaside town. It was almost as though the entire city of Portland had left the inferno to seek shelter at the coast.
I have been known to give my GPS, Samantha, a hard time. She is not great at finding the places I ask her to find. But in all truth, neither am I. This fact was proven while in Williams Arizona. When I arrived to Williams I was looking for the Grand Canyon Brewing Company. Samantha proudly spouted off “you have reached your destination” and like often, my destination was no where in sight. I was frustrated as I circled the street looking for the brewery. Usually I can pride myself often on my ability to find breweries but today my beer-dar was off. I could not find the brewery and gave up. Although I gave up on finding the brewery, I had not given up on finding beer, or another brewery.
While in the middle of a horrifically long day of driving I decided to stop at Red Rock Brewery Salt Lake City Utah for lunch. The stop was meant to break up my day a bit. I pulled off the highway into downtown Salt Lake City traffic. I come from a small town and like to occasionally remind myself why I do not live in a larger city as I do not handle the stress of traffic well. And it’s not even like Salt Lake is a huge city!
I’m spoiled, I know.
You know the saying “don’t poke the bear”? So it means don’t provoke the person, right? Well I have a similar saying except I replace the bear with a badger. Why? Because a badger is way more scary than a bear. Badgers are rarely seen, somewhat vicious and nocturnal. These are all things I can relate to.
OK… sometimes I’m awake during the day.