I spend a lot of time traveling away from where I live. It’s a bad habit that I am working on fixing. My first attempt to fix this behavior is by visiting local breweries near my home. It should not be too difficult for me, we know I like beer and due to my recent job loss I really should not be driving too far anyway… right?
Slate Creek Brewing is located off of 4th street in Coeur D Alene Idaho. I won’t lie to you – I had difficulty finding the place and I’m pretty familiar with Coeur D Alene… in fact, my former hair salon is connected to the building that houses this brewery. Should I be embarrassed, probably… was I – maybe a little.
I walked into the narrow bar and saw a sign on the front door “no dogs allowed”. Bummer, as Boomer loves breweries just as much as I do. Although our reasons are slightly different. I’m there for the beer… Boomer is there because he is a “friend-maker”.
I walked up to the bar and spoke with the bartender about their beer selection and got carded. I was 3 days away from turning 34… I may look young, but I certainly don’t look under 21. I guess I should take that while I can 🙂
The chalkboard on the wall listed many beers, all made by Slate Creek. I placed an order for the 6 Weight IPA. This beer was a delightful refreshing beer with good citrus notes. The tasting notes classify it as a “mid-weight IPA”. I would have to agree as it was not overly hoppy and was a well-balanced beer.
The bar was full, as were all the tables around the bar, so I found myself a spot near the front door. The walls were lined in adventure gear, which was explained on the brewery’s website as paying homage to their namesake, a secret location in the St Joe area (south/east of Coeur D Alene) known for fishing and rafting. Like the recreational area, the brewery is also meant to be a “secret spot in your own backyard” Sorry guys, but I’m exposing your secret! I hope you don’t mind, but your beer is too good to be kept under wraps!
A bartender noticed I was out of beer and asked what I wanted to try next. I ordered the Mountain Hop which she brought me along with a bowl of peanuts. The beer had a strong note of grapefruit in it, not that I minded, but it was definitely the predominant flavor of the beer.
The bowl of peanuts did put me in a conundrum, however. The peanuts were still in their shells, which meant I had to discard the shells. I looked around the bar and noticed piles of peanut shells under the other patron’s feet. I know it is ridiculous to be concerned about something like that, but I felt like an ass every time I broke open the shells and dumped them on the floor. Not enough of an ass to stop doing it, but none the less I still felt bad for whoever had to clean up that mess.
I had checked their beer list prior to my arrival to the brewery and had my heart set on their Double Black IPA, which was a drawback of not sitting at the bar. There was no beer list where I was sitting so I forgot to order it – which means I will need to return. Not really an issue and maybe I’ll be more comfortable throwing peanut shells on the ground next time!