Drinksgiving Goes to Eleven: Chapter III

Day three, a Friday, proved to be quite productive with a grand total of eight new brewery visits under our belts. When all was said and done, we'd covered a total of eight breweries. Since it was also Black Friday (and therefore Record Store Day), I was also able to squeeze in visits to three small mom-and-pop record stores.

Oddly enough, our first beer stop of the day wasn't even on our original itinerary. Over the last two days, a few people in town asked if we had planned on visiting Brewdog. We hadn't. While Brewslut and I both enjoyed the Brew Dogs television show quite a bit, I honestly was never wowed by any of the entertaining Scottish duo's beers. Frankly, I wasn't even close to wowed. I'd had a few in the past and they were definitely less than stellar, especially the Tactical Nuclear Penguin, which is the lowest rated beer I ever logged back in my Beer Advocate reviewing days. (You can read it here.) Past experiences aside, we decided to stop in since it was just a few feet away from the first record store I was going to check out that day. It was a perfect scenario for Brewslut too: she could hang out and have a beer while I leafed through shelves of vinyl.

This particular location was the BrewDog Short North site (apparently they have multiple tasting rooms situated in Columbus). It was small and cozy, and kind of reminded me of Toronado's San Diego location. We plopped down at the bar, got our bearings and scoped out the beer list, which to my surprise included about 14 house beers and 9 or 10 guest taps. Right off the bat, a beer called Elvis Juice jumped out (if only for the name). Could this beer a peanut butter, banana and bacon beer? Mmmmm... a smoked hefeweizen with emulsified peanuts. Thankfully, it was a grapefruit-infused IPA. Based on the beer descriptions, another called Piña Playa intrigued me. So we ordered both of those.

BrewDog's beer selection.

Elvis Juice was actually pretty tasty. It was straight-up grapefruit juice with a big smack of citrus rind up front and a bitter, almost pithy finish. With that said, it was also pretty one-dimensional, but I'd say "mission accomplished" with this one. The grapefruit dominance was unwavering. Of the two beers, though, I definitely favored Piña Playa. Described as a kettle-soured Gose brewed with pineapple, rum extract, and coconut, this beer tasted like a Piña Colada/beer hybrid. A touch of sea salt kept it true to style, while hopping with Mosaic and Amarillo gave the beer a fresh, tropical nose and played nicely with the pineapple and coconut notes. I enjoyed this one quite a bit! 

Elvis, Pleeps and an unknown playa

I included Hofbrauhaus on the list even though we'd already visited the Pittsburgh location in the recent past. I'm always down for a half liter mug of some straight-up German beer. True story: The first beer I ever consumed was a Hofbrauhaus lager straight from the source during a trip to Germany and Austria with my high school German Club. We visited Munich as well as an assortment of cities in both countries, and we were required to get a permission slip from our parents if they allowed us to consume alcohol on the trip. Having just turned 16 years old at the time of the trip, I found it quite appealing that I'd be able to drink alcoholic beverages legally. Some kids went way overboard and were shitfaced 24/7. Aside from the one beer at Hofbrauhaus (it was a liter mug from which I was intoxicated by the end of it), some friends and I hit up two discoteches in Innsbruch, Austria, where I discovered Screwdrivers. After the trip, I enjoyed drinking screwdrivers once after invading a friend's parents' liquor cabinet. I overdid it but wasn't thwarted by the negative effects of too much alcohol (i.e. I didn't vomit). The next time, though? I got so sick (i.e. I did vomit... profusely) from drinking shitty lime vodka that the mere aroma of hard liquor sent my innards into an upheaval of queasy uneasiness. As a result, I wasn't even able to smell liquor - much less drink it - until I was of legal drinking age. I mean, I had to enjoy the novelty of being twenty-one, right? It was short-lived, though, and I stopped drinking for about 4 or 5 years. Then I found beer, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Hofbrauhaus Columbus, OH.

But let's get back to Columbus. The Hofbrauhaus chain in the States is definitely more of an Americanized experience versus the real thing. In the U.S., they still have long, communal "beer hall" tables, German grub, and busty serving wenches decked out in dirndls. The beer was authentic, too. Well, some of it. Brewslut noticed this sign in the far distance beyond where we were sitting at the bar and joked, "I don't think those would comply with Reinheitsgebot." I love it when she makes me laugh.

Reinheitsgebot doesn't reside at Hofbrauhaus.

We'd just done a really good Dunkel Weisse at Troegs through our Scratch Series, so I decided to go that route rather than the tried-and-true Helles Lager. The Dunkel Weisse was enjoyable; notes of German hefe yeast (pepper, clove, touch of fruit) played nicely with the chewy, crusty wheat bread character that's a hallmark of the style. By this time of day, we were in need of a light snack, so we opted for the giant German pretzel served with a trio of cheese and mustard dips. The Dunkel washed it down nicely and it was a short albeit satisfactory visit.

Aside from David Hasselhoff, Germans love copper vessels.

Our next stop, Smokehouse Brewing, reminded me of an antiquated brewpub from the mid 1990s that hasn't made any changes since day one. Even when we pulled into the parking lot, it didn't seem like they were open. The building appeared to be in need of some serious TLC, and even the parking lot was weedy and unkempt. I had a sneaking suspicion that this would be indicative of the beer we were about to be served. 

Inside, the place was pretty dead, although it was between lunch and dinner time when we arrived. We sat at the bar and perused the beer list. I had pretty much already decided that this was going to be a one-and-done stop for us. Some called Clan Brodie caught my eye: a beer described as a "dry-hopped Scottish Ale." It sounded interesting. I wasn't privy to precisely which variety or varieties were used to dry-hop said beer, but this might have been the first time I'd ever encountered something called a "dry-hopped Scottish Ale." I was underwhelmed. Fun fact, though: There actually is a Scottish Clan Brodie, and its origins are apparently unknown. So I suppose it is kind of a fitting name for a style of beer I'd never came across before. Meanwhile, Brewslut was working on a sour beer whose name escapes me, but I had a few nicks and it was much better than my selection. 

If it's not Scottish, it's CRAP!

I must admit I wasn't too inspired as I sat and sipped on my beer. I just went through the motions and thought to myself, "Well, at least I'm cross another one off my list." Visiting a brewery like this always brings me back to the "quality vs. quantity" debate. There's a new acronym that I've been hearing in the craft beer industry for a while. It's called FOMO and it stands for "Fear of Missing Out." The phrase can also take on the proper noun form, as these folks are sometimes referred to FOMOs. In essence, they are afraid of missing out on a great, sought-after beer. So I guess I can relate to this, at least somewhat. I'm typically pretty good at picking out duds when planning our itineraries, but every now and then a brewery will turn in a lackluster performance. If the beers sound interesting on paper, I'll usually give them a shot. Had I known in advance, I would have gladly spent a bit more time at our next destination. Oh well. Live and learn.

Pleeps... forever the sillyhead.

Our next stop, Endeavor, was probably our favorite of the day, not only for the beer but just for the unpretentious atmosphere and super-cool bartender. I love the word "endeavor" and feel that it fits nicely with a small craft brewery of this kind. They beers we sampled here were all above average and stand-outs of the trip. It wasn't too busy when we arrived, so we easily procured two seats at the bar and got down to business. 

After perusing the beer list, I inquired about a beer named YNDA. I could have sworn the bartender said it was some kind of reference to a favored soccer team. I could be wrong. Sadly, I couldn't find any information about this beer other than it's an English-style Mild Ale (which I already knew), a style to which I seldom gravitate. But something about it piqued my interest, so I ordered it. Perhaps it was the 3% ABV that reeled me in. The only kernel of information I could find concerning "YNDA" on the good ol' interwebs was this:

In the DC Comics realm, Ynda is the younger cousin of the Omegan Kalista and is a novice magic user.

Regardless of the origins of its name, YNDA is an excellent interpretation of the classic, low ABV English Mild ale style. Serving via nitrogen really rounded out the mouthfeel and made for an enjoyable quaff. This one boasted a nice toffee character with a hint of nuttiness and some butterscotch. Overall, it was a fine first impression of Endeavor. 

Photo courtesy of drinkupcolumbus.com.

My next beer, Campfire S'mores, was an absolute delight. Infused with real cocoa, vanilla beans and milk sugar (the latter two ingredients to impart marshmallow flavor), this creamy nitro-dispensed stout also features massive amounts of biscuit and honey malts to mimic graham crackers. But the real stroke of genius here is the use of smoked malt to elicit the flavor of toasted marshmallows over a campfire. This might have been my beer of the day, now that I think about it. Everyone loves s'mores (if you don't, you're a Communist!), and this beer delivered.

While we were enjoying our visit, I got to talking about music with the bartender. Turns out he's a bass player and our musical preference overlapped in many areas. He eventually commented on Brewslut's shirt (one of our new Solar Federation ladies' designs), asking: "Is that some kind of Rush shirt?" After opening that can of worms, we talked about Rush (and Solar Federation) for quite a bit, so I suppose that had something to do with how much we liked this place. It's always great when the beer is top-notch, but engaging in an enjoyable conversation about like-minded topics is the icing on the cake for me.  

In keeping with a (loose) Rush theme, I decided to get a small pour of New World IPA (although not likely named after the Rush song "New World Man"). A variety of hops from three different continents provide aromas of tropical fruit and minimal bitterness. This one was a pretty easy-drinking IPA, although I preferred the other two beers over this one overall. Still, it was good to try one of the hoppy offerings after having a pair of malty beers. 

New World Pleeps.

Sideswipe, the next brewery on our agenda, reminded me of so many other "garage-style" breweries we'd encountered in California, Oregon... really just about anywhere these days, it seems. This place is the definition of a tiny brewery with an adjoining tasting room; no food, just beer. 

To celebrate his celebrity status, I decided to share a flight of imperial stouts with Pleeps. After all, it is his favorite style of beer, even though he has been known to go off the deep end from time to time after enjoying too many. Despite his tiny stature, he can put away quite a bit of beer. His tolerance continually astounds me. And with a few variations of Sideswipe's imperial stout, Mastermind, available on tap, it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Here's the low-down:

• Coffee Mastermind - featuring cold brewed coffee from the Backroom Coffee Roasters.
• Cherry Mastermind - with sour cherries added.
• Bourbon Barrel Aged Mastermind - aged in OYO bourbon barrels.
• Plumberry Mastermind - some delicious concoction of plums and fresh berries.

Oddly enough, the one I was anticipating least turned out to be my favorite: the Plumberry variant. This one featured a sweet berry character with the complexity of dark stone fruit and a slightly tart finish. It was definitely the most complex of the bunch and therefore the one to which I gravitated. Sadly, I failed to snap any photographs during our visit, so there's nothing to see here, folks. Move along... move along... 

Like Smokehouse, the next brewery on our agenda, Knotty Pine, also came across as an "old school" brewpub-type establishment that just keeps on keepin' on. We bellied up to the bar and checked out the beer situation. The tap list was pretty slim, but I immediately was drawn to the Cherrywood Smoked Porter (you know me and smoked beers by now). It wasn't overly memorable; in fact, I'm struggling to remember much about this place or the beer at all. 

This place kind of felt like I was hanging out in a Bonanza restaurant in Shamokin, except they served beer. I don't know. This place seemed pretty vanilla. You know, incredibly mediocre. Bland would be a good description. The food looked very good though, which is typical of the "brewpub" model: bangin' food and lackluster beer. 

The only photo I snapped at Knotty Pine.

I just remember there were several TVs placed high on the walls around the bar area and the place had a diner feel to it. I think we finished up our beers and headed out to the next place. I'm just not inspired to write more about this place, so we'll move on.

Earlier in the day, our paths crossed with Lineage when we visited our first record store of the day. Another place that wasn't on our original itinerary, we decided to head across the street after digging around the record store for half an hour or so. Unfortunately, they didn't open until 4 p.m. So we made a note to try and squeeze it in later in the day. That time was now. (Turns out one of the other places on the agenda had recently closed its doors, so we had to fill the space with another brewery. Even Steven!)

Exterior of Lineage Brewing.

The place was booming when we entered, but we managed to snag a pair of seats at the full bar a minute or two after we arrived. After scanning the beer and food menus, we decided to grab something to eat. The "hand pies" sounded interesting, and the one that jumped out at me was the "Farm Hen" featuring slow-cooked chicken, peas, carrots, and potatoes in pan gravy with a touch of cream. It was really tasty with a nice, flaky crust but kind of small. I definitely could have eaten two of them. Still, it hit the spot and provided the necessary fuel to help keep us vertical.

View from our bar stools at Lineage.

Beer-wise, I settled on Oscura Obscura, a blonde stout served via nitrogen. These have been becoming quite popular lately and I've enjoyed most of the ones I've come across. Taking its favorite stout recipe, Lineage replaced the roasted malt with locally roasted coffee, organic cocoa nibs and vanilla beans to up the ante and introduce a creamy chocolate character with plenty of coffee notes. Like so many others I've had, this too was served via nitro, giving it a creamy mouthfeel.

Pleeps is a dark beer monkey, but he's willing to try anything.

Meanwhile, Brewslut was working on a pour of Alobar, a beet saison. I had a few nicks and it was one of the most beet-forward beers I've encountered in our travels. Beet beers are uncommon but have become somewhat of a thing in the last few years among more experimental breweries. I've noticed that saisons are typically the bases for beet-infused beers, which pair nicely with the sweet but subtle earthy and vegetal qualities of a red beet.

As I often like to follow a malty beer with something more hop-forward, I ended our visit with a pour of Space Echo, a soft, supple NE-style pale ale. Overall, it was pretty tasty with notes of tropical fruit and citrus. The beers here were some of the better ones we'd had throughout the day (possibly even the best aside from Endeavor).

Pleeps looks ready to perform the Triple Lindy.

We'd already had the opportunity to sample a beer from Zaftig during Creed 2 the previous day, and it seemed like a promising brewery. Zaftig was on our agenda for a different day but we were nearby and had ample time to squeeze it in before we retired for the evening.

After perusing the beer list, I settled for a pour of Nuttn' 2it, a brown ale brewed with pecans. I opted for the coffee variant served via nitrogen. I find brown ales in general to be a bit pedestrian. Add coffee, though, and my eyes widen and ears perk up. Plus this particular brown ale was brewed with pecans, and I enjoy the roasted nuttiness of a "nut brown ale" as opposed to a "plain Jane" British-style brown (i.e. Newcastle). The nitro pour softened up the mouthfeel and gave the body a creamy texture.

Zaftig's bar, minus the cat.

Meanwhile, the brewery cat was mesmerized with Pleeps and kept batting at him with his paw. We've encountered a few "house" brewery cats in our travels. Brewslut is highly allergic to felines, and I have a mild to moderate reaction (depending on the number of cats in my vicinity), but thankfully we didn't have any issues. After all, this little guy was crawling all around the bar and acting like he owned the place. I've found that this behavior is commonplace among the majority of cats with which I've interacted over the year. They think the world revolved around them. I'm a die-hard dog guy and find them to be soooo much cooler than cats. With that said, this house cat was pretty chill and also quite fun to observe. I think he actually believed Pleeps to be a living, breathing thing. At any rate, it made for a fun visit. The bartender was pretty talkative too, and interacted with Pleeps and the cat as well. Good times!

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty..." - Pleeps

We finished the evening with a shared pour of BamBaLam Stout (whoa! Black Betty), a breakfast stout brewed with flaked oats, locally roasted Crimson Cup coffee, and Ghirardelli chocolate. This one (a recent release, perhaps on black Friday) was pretty tasty but ultimately didn't inspire me to procure a bottle to take home. Still, it was a good way to finish out our (long) day. Great name, too!

Thus concludes Chapter III of "Drinksgiving Goes to Eleven." Stay tuned for Chapter IV as we continue to work our way through every nook and cranny of the Columbus beer scene. Until next time...

Drinksgiving Goes to Eleven: Chapter II

Every year, we always struggle to find a bar or brewery open on Thanksgiving day. In the end, we get lucky and find at least one place that opens after dinner for the locals. This time around, I did a bit more reconnaissance and found two craft beer bars that opened at 7 p.m. as well as a cool movie theater and craft beer bar hybrid. As if that wasn't enough, I discovered several establishments serving Thanksgiving dinner! With our agenda pretty much mapped out for the entire day, we set out to our first stop on Turkey Day.

After checking out a few potential candidates for dinner, I decided on a winery called Cooper's Hawk. To be honest, I wasn't sure what to expect. The menu sounded perfect - a traditional 3-course Thanksgiving dinner with all the fixins. Turns out the winery is based in Chicago, and they have a few regional locations, Columbus being one of these. We arrived about 30 minutes early because Google Maps indicated it might take a while to navigate through a shopping strip littered with traffic lights every tenth of a mile. Traffic was pretty light, hence our early arrival. The place was massive; much larger than I'd anticipated. We checked in, and they were able to seat us after only two or three minutes, which was great because we might not have made it to the 3 p.m. screening of the movie we'd planned to check out after dinner (more on that later). We were seated upstairs in a loft area overlooking the gift shop. The place was a bit more elegant than I thought it would be, but definitely not too fancy. I'm a pretty cultured guy anyway... or at least can be when I need to be.

The loft area inside Cooper's Ridge (courtesy of Google)

Our meal began with a thick, creamy butternut squash bisque with walnut and creme garnish. It was delicious and served at the perfect temperature. The pretzel rolls were also pretty awesome. I could have eaten two more but knew I had to keep some room in the gut for the main course. The main entree featured both white and dark meat turkey with all of the sides you'd expect on your Thanksgiving dinner plate: mashed and sweet potatoes, stuffing, veggies (green beans and roasted carrots), cranberry relish, and a creamy corn casserole that was sweet and savory. For dessert, we each enjoyed a piece of pumpkin cheesecake that was totally worth the calories! The wine, a house Cabernet Sauvignon with notes of black cherry and pepper, elevated the meal. This was indeed a far cry from the Subway turkey sub I'd consumed on Thanksgiving day a several years prior on our Drinksgiving trip to Charleston, SC. One of the things I've always hated about Drinksgiving is missing dinner at my mom's house, but this definitely lived up to the umami of past Thanksgiving dinners prepared by my mom.

After dinner, it was off to Studio 35 Cinema & Drafthouse for beer and a movie. I was hoping Bohemian Rhapsody would still be playing (we'd seen it already and enjoyed it, but was hoping to see it again... you know me and rock music), but Creed 2 had just taken over the day before. The other location (there are two similar theaters in Columbus) was screening Fantastic Beasts, some Harry Potter-esque wizard nonsense, so we opted for Creed. I shouldn't hate on Harry Potter because I never saw any of the movies or read any of the books. Plus, I was a bona fide D&D nerd for most of my adolescence. But the Rocky movie franchise was one of my favorites as a kid, and even though we didn't see the first Creed movie, I figured I'd be able to follow along just fine.

Pretty dope tap selection at Studio 35.

We perused the surprisingly vast draft selection and made our picks. I went with Bodhi, a DIPA from Columbus Brewing, primarily because I wanted something hoppy but also because it appeared that CBC was a production brewery only (i.e. no taproom), so this was a good opportunity to try one of its beers. The server behind the counter indicated it was their top-selling beer. And for good reason, because it was pretty damn delicious! I'd even go so far as to say it was one of the most memorable beers of the trip. A no-frills DIPA with a West Coast vibe (the way I like 'em) Bodhi boasted a bellyful of Citra hop goodness with lots of juicy orange and grapefruit notes with a balanced malt profile and a pretty dry, hoppy finish. Absolutely delicious. Fun fact: The name "Bodhi" refers to the type of tree under which Buddha was enlightened. I actually remembered this from 10th grade World Cultures class (thanks, Mr. Probert). We took a quick stroll around the lobby, which was decorated with movie posters and memorabilia, including a nice little nook dedicated to my favorite movie, The Big Lebowski. See?

Studio 35 is privy to all the new shit.

Midway through the movie, it was time for a refill, and Brewslut could tell that I was more into the movie than both of us would have thought. Hey man, it's Rocky! I told her to pick something I'd like, and she returned with a beer called Hazy Miss Daisy from the local Columbus brewery Zaftig (more on Zaftig in Chapter III). A NE-style IPA, this one is hopped with Amarillo and Mosaic for a juicy, fruity, sweet-tart kind of flavor. It was pretty tasty but fell kind of flat after the Bodhi. West Coast IPAs are definitely more aggressively bitter than their NE counterparts, and one of the side effects of imbibing a DIPA is enduring its palate-wrecking nature. Regardless, the movie was much better than I had anticipated. Most people know that, despite not being into sports at all, I'm a sucker for underdog sports movies. I've seen Rocky many times over the years and still cry at the end. Every time. Without going into too many details about the movie, I will say that it has intrigued me to go back and watch the Balboa and first Creed movies, both of which I've never seen despite my Rocky fandom.

After the movie, we had some time to kill before the bars opened, so we headed back to the homestead to relax and watch some TV before heading out to Bodega. I'd gotten a tip on the BA forum that this place is open on Thanksgiving evening, so I made sure to lock it into the agenda. We arrived shortly after they opened for the evening at 7 p.m. A healthy crowd of regulars was already beginning to emerge, and we took two seats at the bar among them. Almost immediately, Pleeps ascended to his usual rock star status with the customers, so he felt right at home. The tap list was pretty impressive and included plenty of local breweries with a cast of heavy hitters and rarely seen favorites like Alaskan. They even had Troegenator on tap, which always proves a good segue into conversation with the bartender.

Decor-wise, the place was kind of quirky but clean and uncluttered. A mural of cassettes adorned one of the back walls, which reminded me of something Modern Times in San Diego would do. There were also some other cool, unusual decorations giving the place a modern-vintage look.

Wall of cassettes (mostly shitty music, though... I looked).

Always glad to see something from Jackie O's on tap, I opted for one of their beers called Perpetum, a Berliner Weisse-inspired American Wild Ale. To achieve its tart character, the base beer - a blend of two-row barley and white wheat paired with German noble hops - is introduced to a proprietary mixed culture of Brettanomyces, Lactobacillus, and Saccharomyces during fermentation. After four to six weeks, the beer is blended with previous runs of Perpetum to ensure a consistent flavor profile. Think light, refreshing tartness with bright lemon and subtle wheat bread notes.

Meanwhile, Brewslut was working on a pour of Sunrise at Dusk from Cleveland-based brewery, Platform. Platform actually has a remote tasting room in Columbus, but we'd already visited its main location in Cleveland a few years back, so we decided to explore other new-to-us breweries. A Berliner Weisse (one of her favorite styles), this beer features a pinkish hue and dark fruit notes akin to plum and cherry and a faint tannic, slightly tart finish.

Continuing on, I decided to explore the dark side with an Imperial Pumpkin Porter from Alaskan Brewing. Unless we're out galavanting on the West Coast, its beers are few and far between. So when I come across one of its beers on tap, I'll generally order it. This particular pumpkin beer was brewed with six different malts including Alaskan alder-smoked malt. Alaskan's smoked porter is one of my favorite beers ever and easily my most loved smoked beer of all, so once I read that little nugget of information, it was a no-brainer. The spice blend comprises brown sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove for the typical "pumpkin" flavors and aromas. It's also brewed with actual Red Hubbards pumpkin, too. Well, technically they're squash. Flavor-wise, this slick, black ale reminded me of the smoked porter thanks to the addition of the smoked malt, but the spices formed the basis of the dominant flavor. Honestly, the smoked malt aspect made it more enjoyable and added a depth of complexity rarely seen in pumpkin beers. While the spices could have been dialed back just a tad, this was a very enjoyable beer overall.

The coolest pachyderm-shaped mirror ball ever!

Brewslut was hankering for some hops and settled on Proliferous, a DIPA from Seventh Son Brewing (more on this brewery in an upcoming chapter). This Mosaic-heavy DIPA boasts layers of tropical fruit and citrus with bracing pine bitterness in the finish. This was pretty solid and definitely piqued our interest in going to Seventh Son later on during the trip.

Overall, this was an amazing visit. The staff was excellent, and to celebrate the holiday I cracked open a bottle of Wild Elf to share with the bartenders (one of which was the beer manager). They both enjoyed it immensely, and the manager inquired about how to obtain some to sell at the bar. We also enjoyed a long conversation with two thirtysomething guys who worked for Amazon. They weren't huge beer guys, but we talked a lot about music (especially Metallica and Rush) and just life in general. It made our visit that much more enjoyable.

After a lengthy session at Bodgea, our plan was to visit another local bar called St. James Tavern, which was also open on Thanksgiving evening. We made the short drive, just a few blocks from Bodega, and parked on the street. We headed in and the tap list wasn't nearly as impressive as Bodega. We were also pretty hungry, but unfortunately they had no food options and nothing was close. So we decided to leave and find somewhere to eat. We drove by a few places, but alas, none were open. After all, it was Thanksgiving night. We found another place the appeared open, so we parked and went inside. Unfortunately, they too had no food available.

After wandering around town a bit, we circled back around to Bodega and decided to hit up a place a few doors down called Oddfellows. Someone at Bodega mentioned they were offering a Thanksgiving dinner buffet for only $12. Thoughts of nasty-ass food at a strip club quickly entered my mind but were eventually thwarted by my hunger pangs. Surprisingly, the buffet was pretty legit (even though much of the turkey had already been depleted). No fear, though, as I'm a king picker! In addition to turkey, the buffet featured mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, green bean casserole, apple walnut stuffing, cranberry sauce, gravy, and even tofurkey (i.e. baked tofu). See?

The best $12 I spent on the trip!

This place was decorated to the hilt for the holidays. Strands of old school lights were strung across the ceiling, vintage-looking signs and dolls adorned the walls, shelves, and pretty much any nook and cranny they could cram them. I was digging it! The bar was packed, but we were able to grab a small table betwixt two groups of patrons. Meanwhile, some annihilated customer had to be hoisted out of his seat by two friends - one on either side to prop him up - and escorted out of the bar. I was hoping he wouldn't vomit near us. Honestly, I think he was completely passed out. It looked like they were dragging this guy out of there. Amateur.

It appears that Oddfellows enjoys the Christmas season. 

While we were here, we might as well get a beer, right? I was pleased to see yet another Jackie O's beer on tap (especially since we were so close yet so far away from Athens), so I ordered it. Nothing like ending the day with a cheap turkey day feast and a Triple IPA. Hopped with six different American hop varieties at the rate of 5 lbs. per barrel, this triple IPA boasts aromas of orange marmalade, ripe melon and zesty lemon. To quote from the official beer description: "The flavor is full of rich orange flesh with herbal piney jabs that linger endlessly." Jabs. I like that. Seems fitting since we'd just seen Creed 2.

The reason for the season, mother fuckas!

I could have stayed here for a while, but the day was catching up to us. Two big Thanksgiving meals in one day meant that the tryptophan was kicking in hard... not to mention all of the beer. Plus, the music changed over from STP-like 90's alternative rock to flavor-of-the-moment modern pop while we were there, which just grates on me after a while (like ten minutes... and that's being generous). After a bit, I visited the unisex bathroom to rock a piss and saw this poster displayed on the wall...

Amazing! Where do I sign up?!

Man, I wish we'd have been staying until the following week! I definitely need to pitch this to a local bar in my area. I'm just not sure if I'd want to host it or be a contestant. Well, that's all for now, folks. By then it was time to head back to the ol' homestead for some rest. Stay tuned for Chapter III, when things get kicked up a notch or two and more drinking ensues. Until next time...

Drinksgiving Goes to Eleven: Chapter I

To borrow from the name of quite possibly my favorite Ffej of July reference - FOJ Goes to Eleven (a homage to one of my favorite movies of all time, This is Spinal Tap), I felt it only fitting that I also refer to our eleventh Drinksgiving outing in the same fashion. You may remember that we'd considered visiting Columbus, OH, last year but ultimately decided on Virginia Beach. The reason was twofold. First, we had the opportunity to stay with our friend, Kelly, for free. Second, she also volunteered to commandeer the drunk bus for us. How could we say no to that?! 

So it was decided early on that 2018 would be the year we'd set sail to Columbus. Since Columbus is situated in central OH, we didn't take our usual route, which typically traverses us through Pittsburgh. Instead, we'd be traveling via the PA Turnpike to I-70 West, which runs right through Columbus. With that route in mind, I'd planned for a lunch break in Wheeling, WV, to visit a pair of small breweries that were new to us. I was also excited to learn that the small town of Zanesville, OH, was also on the way to Columbus. Zanesville is the home of Weasel Boy Brewing, a brewery we stumbled upon during Drinksgiving 4 with Deuane and Carolyn. We loved the beer and the place in particular, but we'd never had the opportunity to revisit Weasel Boy. Well, that was about to change! More on Weasel Boy later, though.

For now, let's focus on "almost heaven." You know, West Virginia? Blue Ridge Mountains? Shenandoah River? 

Well, Wheeling anyway.

Pulling into town, Wheeling reminded me of a blue collar town in the same vein as Pittsburgh and Cleveland. I felt as though we were transported back to the 1970s (yes, I'm old enough to have remembered the last gasp of the decade). On the surface, it's a town that appears to have lived a hard life; kind of like a 52-year-old stripper you can tell was pretty slammin' back in her prime but looks a bit weathered and road-weary these days. 

First on the agenda was a little place I'd discovered called Brew Keepers. Once we finally found a parking spot (the brewery is a block away from a seemingly upscale shopping strip with trendy-looking stores and eateries that typically prove to be catnip for tourists and holiday shoppers), we moseyed up to the door. It was an orange door with a peephole. Above it, a brown and orange vinyl banner with its slogan, "Simple. Craft. Beer." To the right, a sign depicting hours of operation and a residential mailbox. I thought to myself, "Hmmmm..." 

I'll take what's behind the orange door, Monty!

The orange door revealed a small production brewery, and therefore we could only sample beer and purchase growler and crowler fills. So our visit would be a short one. We sampled a few beers, including Flip Flop IPA and a tasty Coffee Stout, and inquired about a place nearby that might serve its beers on draft. The beers all tasted promising, so I wanted to dig in more than a few ounces at a time. The guy manning the counter suggested a place just up the street called Market Vines, which happened to sit next door to Wheeling Brewing Company (where we were headed next anyway). So we purchased a crowler of Flip Flop IPA (Brewslut's favorite of the few we tried; I'd have preferred the coffee stout, but the IPA was tasty as well) and headed up the street in the brisk November afternoon.

We decided to stop in at Wheeling Brewing Co. first because the food sounded pretty good (the menu was posted on a corkboard outside the front door) and it was time for lunch. Inside, the place boasts a cozy pub feel: exposed brick walls, wooden signs, a shiny copper-like bartop, and dimly lit atmosphere. Perhaps not quite dimly lit, but it wasn't too bright. Come to think of it, I don't recall seeing any windows except for the one in the front  door. Still, it felt familiar and I was happy to find two open seats at the bar. 

View from our barstools.

The beer selection was fairly modest but pretty diverse, with about eight beers available on tap as well as a cider and a kombucha. Nothing sounded super exciting or unusual, so we kept things simple. I decided to start off on the hoppy foot and opted for Moon Dog IPA, while Brewslut selected the Top Mill Pale Ale. The pale ale was bright and hoppy with a well-balanced flavor boasting citrusy Cascade hops and a sweet, biscuity malt backbone. A well-done pale ale for sure. As for the IPA, it had a West Coast vibe about it: citrusy with a dry, hoppy bite in the finish. The aroma didn't really draw me in like a West Coast IPA typically does, but the flavor was pretty enjoyable. Off to a pretty good start, I thought.

Pleeps poses with a Moon Dog.

Meanwhile, we were subjected to watch a horrendous show on the History Channel called Swamp People, which happened to be showing on the TV above the bar. I rarely get offended by anything, but a show glorifying the killing of alligators while I tried to enjoy my lunch was somewhat appaling. At any rate, we did our best to ignore it and carried on with our lunch, a shared Indian-inspired Vindaloo wrap and a bowl of vegan chili. Both beers were solid, but the pale ale was definitely the winner of the two. It was actually quite delicious in all honesty. The wrap was tasty as was the soup, but the TV show left a bad taste in my mouth. 

Pleeps in chill mode.

Next door, Market Vines (advertised as a wine bar) was devoid of patrons save for maybe five or six people scattered about. Oddly enough, General Hospital was on the tube at the bar (definitely on the opposite end of the spectrum from inbred rednecks killing animals). Brewslut has been watching that show religiously since before we were even dating, so I was quick to make a joke about it. For a dude, I know way too much about this show than I'd care to admit. Frankly, though, I'd rather watch a ridiculous soap opera than that History Channel rubbish we were subjected to next door. But enough of that shit. We're here to talk beer.

General Hospital on the tube. Hey, it's better than sports!

We grabbed a seat at the bar and inquired about the beer selection. By the looks of it, there were three Brew Keepers beers on tap, another couple of local-looking beers, and two or three others. Since we were there to try some of Brew Keepers' beers, we decided on Suspension, a pre-Prohibition cream ale, and Deathwind, an American pale ale. Neither beer did much for us, although I ended up drinking the lion's share of the pale ale because Brewslut wasn't "likin' it." The hop finish was a tad harsh; not overly hoppy per se, but more like a slightly burnt malt finish. The cream ale was pretty lackluster as well. It reminded me more of an American adjunct lager than a silky, smooth ale brewed with flaked corn. The beers were drinkable but not inspiring in any way, unfortunately. Still, I was happy to be supporting a small local brewery in an old school, blue collar town. We finished those up and decided to split a pour of a beer called Mothman, a black IPA from Greenbrier Valley Brewing Company from Maxwelton, WV. I enjoyed this one more than the Brew Keepers beers, and was glad to discover a brewery with which I wasn't familiar. To be honest, I'm not too versed in West Virginia breweries. I'd been to a few but it's not a state that screams craft beer, although I'm sure the community is growing. With that said, I'd wager that Yuengling sells a lot of beer there.

Since we'd expected to spend about an hour or so at Brew Keepers, we were able to tack on some additional time to our original agenda. Due to this, we were able to land in Zanesville just as Weasel Boy was opening its doors for the day.

I'd once commented that having a beer at Weasel Boy was like hanging out and drinking with friends in your grandma's basement. Once we got inside, I realized the place hadn't changed at all (other than the addition of a pizza restaurant attached to the other side of the tasting room). The lounge area with vintage furniture from the 1970s was still intact, and I was stoked that nobody was sitting there. The decor is eclectic, the place is unpretentious, and the beer is rock solid. I was so happy this place hadn't changed since our initial visit. For only visiting one time seven years ago, Weasel Boy definitely left a mark on me for whatever reason. I was hoping I wouldn't be disappointed this time. (That has happened before, by the way.)

On tap at Weasel Boy Brewing.

I'd gotten in touch with someone from the brewery to inquire about holiday hours, and although they weren't open on Thanksgiving, I was glad they would be operating on regular hours for Black Friday. I was also informed that the most memorable beer from our trip, Snow Ermine, would likely be on tap! A dark brown, almost murky-looking holiday ale, Snow Ermine is named after a short-tailed weasel called a "stoat." Another name for this cute little rascal when it's decked out in its winter white coat is "ermine." This delicious, festive holiday ale begins with a base beer called Blackfooted Porter. They raise the starting gravity, add plenty of locally sourced Ohio honey and imported vanilla, then finish it off by cold-aging on organic cocoa nibs.

Pleeps with his first Snow Ermine.

By now, I was jonesin' for some hops. Enter Tickle Me IPA, a crisp, citrus-forward West Coast-style IPA. The original beer, Tickle Me Pink, was a "pink" IPA brewed with saskatoon berries in collaboration with Lineage Brewing (more on them later) for breast cancer awareness. The berries imparted a pinkish hue and its color honored the pink ribbons associated with breast cancer awareness organizations. Sadly, this beer wasn't available. I'd have liked to have tried it, as I'd never heard of saskatoon berries before. Nevertheless, the base IPA quenched my thirst for hops sufficiently, although I seems to recall enjoying the Dancing Ferret quite a bit more than this one. Still, it was a solid hoppy offering.

The brewing side of the operation at Weasel Boy.

Meanwhile, we were hankering for something to nosh on, so I checked out the menu in the other room. Turns out Weasel Boy now serves up some bangin' pizza creations. After perusing the menu featuring about a dozen different pies, one stood out above all else: The Jenny. Created by and named after a former employee of the brewery, this white pizza features olive oil garlic sauce, a house blend of cheeses, Gerber chicken, portabella mushroom, pineapple, bleu cheese, and basil on a whole wheat, beer-infused crust. It sounded amazing on paper, and it tasted even better! This pizza crushed it! Any inkling of hunger was thoroughly depleted after polishing off this masterpiece.

We rounded out our visit by sharing a pour of Anastasia, a bittersweet Russian Imperial Stout that earned Weasel Boy a pair of GABF medals (bronze in 2010 and gold in 2012). I recalled having this beer during our inaugural visit all those years ago, but Untappd really wasn't a thing yet (at least I hadn't discovered it). So I decided to refer back to my old BA reviews. Upon consulting my Beer Advocate profile, it turns out that I did, in fact, have the bourbon barrel-aged version of this back in 2010 on that first visit (you can read my original review HERE... I awarded it a score of 4.17 out of 5). Although this wasn't the BBA version, the flavor was rich with notes of cocoa, burnt caramel, and roasted coffee with traces of tobacco, leather, and dark fruit around the edges. Overall, a pretty complex RIS, although it was perhaps not as thick and viscous as I typically prefer. Still, this guy (or should I say lady) only weighs in at 8% ABV, which is on the lighter end of the spectrum for the style. Still, it was nice to revisit this beer again, even if it wasn't the BBA version.

Brewslut chillin' at Weasel Boy... just like in grandma's parlor.

All in all, it was an enjoyable, relaxing visit to Weasel Boy. I honestly didn't want to leave, but we still had over an hour's drive to get to Columbus. With the additional time we saved back in Wheeling, though, we were able to roll into Columbus (or Cowtown as the locals call it) and check into our Air B&B (the first time we booked one of these on our own... highly recommended, by the way) before heading to our first brewery in town. You know, to get a head start. My itineraries are usually pretty ambitious, so crossing a place off the list early in the trip would put us one step forward to attaining "beervana."

By the looks of it, North High looked to be the closest place to our home away from home for the next few days, so after we unloaded the CRV we headed out, plugged her into the ol' GPS and were off to dip our toes into the craft beer scene of Cowtown. The beer list was pretty expansive and diverse, so we each opted for our own flight of four beers. Since four plus four is eight, now we were doing great! #math. All silliness aside, here's the low-down on the beer line-up: 

• Tree Tapper Maple Brown Ale - brewed with Ohio maple syrup from Moffitt Farms. 
• Danke Imperial IPA - Brewed to celebrate the first anniversary of respected beer bar Brewfontaine and also the repeal of Ohio's ABV limit on beer. Notes of bold citrus akin to grapefruit, orange, and lime, as well as flavors of pine and cedar. 
• Local Bearings Rye Porter - collaboration with OYO, using a thick malt with their pumpernickel rye and then blended with Ohio-grown pale barley malt and a healthy dose of chocolate malt.
• Barley Legal Barley Wine - aged in OYO bourbon barrels.
• Coffee Golden - Golden ale infused with local Thunderkiss Coffee.
• Cucumber Ale - Light ale with a refreshing cucumber finish.
• Break On Through Double IPA - dank, pungent DIPA. Brewslut: "There's no way I can not try this beer." She loves the Doors, baby!
• Golden Stout - nitro golden ale infused with Thunderkiss cold brewed coffee and TCHO cacao nibs.

Pleeps can't wait to dig in!

OK, that was a lot to get through. While I don't recall anything bowling me over, everything we tried was pretty solid and well executed. Brewslut didn't dig the maple brown ale but I thought it was decent. The barrel aged beers were pretty tasty but lacked body and complexity. The two coffee beers - Coffee Golden and Golden Stout - were probably my two favorites overall. It takes a lot for me to not enjoy a coffee beer, and these were two fine examples of light coffee ales (i.e. not stouts or porters) that stood out above the rest.

As we worked through our flights, we noticed that the building was reminiscent of an old, decommissioned post office, likely from the first half of the 20th century. Turns out the building was originally a Ford dealership way back in 1917. When North High obtained the building, the founders decided to restore the building to its original historical glory. Inside, there are numerous salvaged and repurposed architectural elements including windows and doors from historic OSU buildings, a late 19th century distillery, and - wait for it! - old post offices! I suppose we're pretty astute for pair of beer drinkers.

After finishing our flights, it was time to head back to the homestead and gear up for the moment you've all been waiting for. That's right, it was time for our highly anticipated annual "shitty beer" tradition. Readers of this blog should be well aware of the drill by now. Although we didn't officially launch Drinksgiving 11 with a shitty beer (as the holiday bylaws clearly state we must do), we procured this year's "dud" after we'd been to a few places in West Virginia. So we'd be enjoying our annual shitty beer in the hotel later in the evening. We were able to swing by a local convenience store and procure this little nugget for our consumption:

Yes, you read the label correctly. This beer is named "Natty Daddy." Oh, the possibilities. I wasn't expecting much with this one, and I must say it delivered. After the first sip, I thought, "Wow. That actually wasn't too bad." Subsequent sips, however... well, that's a different story. Once my palate connected with my brain, I realized this was pretty horrendous. With that said, it wasn't the worst shitty beer in the annals of Drinksgiving history, but it still warrants prefacing with the term "shitty." Hey, gotta keep folks of all income levels lubricated, right? But with all of the issues breweries have obtaining cans these days, it seems pretty pointless to waste perfectly good aluminum to fabricate a vessel for such ghastly swill. Damn, that was pretty poetic! Hey, I have a degree in that shit. Glad I utilize it every once in a while. 

Who's your daddy and what does he do?

We're only getting started, folks! Strap in for a few beer-soaked days in Cowtown as we traverse the city in search of the best brews. Until next time...

Team D(r)INK Reunion Tour

Readers of the Pour Travelers are likely privy to the escapades of Team D(r)INK, our bona fide "drinking team." The term was coined by me (with a slight tweak provided by Brewslut) around nine years ago during a trip to Philadelphia. As the story goes, Brewslut and I were traveling by Amtrak with Dan and Kristen (D&K) to meet Deuane and Carolyn (D&C), Heath and Kim (H&K), and Scott and Vicki (S&V) for a beer-soaked romp around the City of Brotherly Suds. While en route to Dock Street Brewing Company by foot, we were asked by two small African-American children, "Are you all on some sort of team?" I replied, "Yes! A drinking team." Perplexed, the children carried on with their activities, and we went our merry way.

When we arrived at Dock Street, everyone got a kick out of the story, and Team D(r)INK was born. The term DINK stands for "Double Income, No Kids," and Brewslut suggested adding the parenthetical (r) into the mix to bring the two together. While Scott technically wasn't a DINK (he has three lovely daughters), he and Vicki didn't have children together, so they became honorary members. Over the years, Team D(r)INK has grown to include several other members (some of which are single, some of which have children), but the original group consisted of these four couples. And when a photograph of that original trip came up in Brewslut's Facebook "Memories," she re-posted it to her feed and suggested a reunion with the original group. Unfortunately, D&K would be visiting San Diego for its beer week festivities, and Heath was unable to attend, but the rest of us found a mutually agreeable date and scrawled it on our collective calendars. 

It was on. We're getting the band back together. Team D(r)INK reunion tour 2018!

The original Team D(r)INK circa 2009.

The first order of business was to meet up with D&C at a new brewery in Shillington prior to meeting the rest of the group at Hidden River at 2 p.m. Since it was on the way and opened at 11 a.m., we decided to check it out. 

Exterior of Schaylor Brewing Co. in Shillington, PA.

The brewery we would be checking out was Schaylor, situated in an old car dealership just up the road from the Tom Sturgis pretzel factory. We used to live relatively close to Shillington in nearby Sinking Spring, and used to frequent Paolo's restaurant, just a few buildings down from Schayler, for AYCE wings and pizza. It was dirt cheap too! 

I'd perused the beer menu in advance, and unfortunately the beer I was most excited to try - something called The Pike, a dark sour mild ale brewed with maple mesquite walnuts and coffee - had kicked the previous night. Next time, right?

Our view from the bar at Schaylor.

With about ten different beers on tap, Brewslut and I decided to get our own flights of four beers each. Here's the low-down on my flight:

• Killed by a Daewoo - IPA brewed with a laundry list of ingredients including oranges, sweet orange peel, coriander, wheat, rye, and a variety of hops such as Amarillo, Citra, and Columbus.
• El Diablo - hazy IPA with English yeast and hopped with Citra, El Dorado, Mosaic, and Warrior.
• Dr. Rick Marshall - hazy IPA brewed with lupulin powder and heavily dry-hopped with a variety of hops including Apollo, Citra, and Magnum.
• Chaka - hoppy, roasty black IPA with a huge grain bill (12 varieties!) and six different hop varieties.

Overall, we were all pleasantly surprised by the quality of the beers. Everything was pretty solid overall. Following my original flight of four beers, I decided to order a sample size of S'moreo Speedwagon based on Brewslut's recommendation. (Love the name, by the way!) This sweet stout utilizes crushed graham crackers, cocoa powder and nibs, lactose, cinnamon sticks, Oreo cookies, and vanilla bean to achieve a Thin Mint (you know, the Girl Scout cookies) flavor. This was quite tasty albeit a tad thin in body. If they ever make a higher gravity version of this with a thick, chewy texture, though, look out! This one was definitely the most memorable of the lot, in my opinion, though the other beers were all good in their own right. 

We almost forgot Pleeps at home, but he was glad we went back for him!

We first visited Hidden River back in September 2016, and right off the bat we were smitten. The beers were elegant, delicious, and slightly off-kilter. We loved everything about the place: the beer, the people, the vibe, and the house (yes, it's actually situated in an historic building known as the Brinton Lodge). The owners saved it from being demolished and opened Hidden River. Since our initial visit, we've only been back one other time. Sadly, it was following last year's Sly Fox Bock Fest & Goat Races, so needless that particular visit registers as a bit hazy in my memory banks. 

We arrived about fifteen or twenty minutes earlier than S&V (with Kim following a bit after that), so we got situated at a table (actually two of them) and ordered some beers. Hidden River was having some kind of can or crowler release that day, so there was a lengthy line of people in queue at the main bar. We decided to stick to the dining room area even though the tap list was a truncated version of the beer list available in the bar area. Still, plenty of good beer to be had until the line died down. 

I started off with Down in the Cone, a DIPA well-hopped with Motueka, Citra, and Lemondrop. According to its description, the beer is named after a saying at the brewery when they're brewing hoppy beers. Apparently, brewing with copious amounts of kettle hops results in a cone-shaped mound of hop remnants at the bottom. Hence the phrase "down in the cone." The intriguing hop bill elicits notes of Mandarin orange, sticky mango puree, vanilla custard, and lemon bars. This beer was pretty damn delicious and went down the gullet all too easily. 

Meanwhile, Brewslut was working on a lovely pour of a beer called Primordial Energy . She had to correct me on the pronunciation of "primordial" (with its long "I" sound in the first syllable). Oh, grammar how we love thee! Described as a Peach Hibiscus Sour IPA, this cloudy but silky smooth beer boasts an exquisite fuchsia hue that bordered on lavender. It truly was a beautiful beer! Named in honor of Kali, the Hindu goddess, this beer was brewed with lactose and conditioned on peach puree, vanilla, and hibiscus flowers. The hop combination of Azacca, Galaxy, and African Queen (formerly an experimental variety now grown in South Africa) yields notes of ruby red grapefruit, peach smoothie, lime zest, and delicate flower pedals. This beer was Uh. Maze. Ing!

I made the classic rookie mistake (shame on me) of starting with a DIPA and then moving to a session IPA. But I didn't want to do two DIPAs in a row because we still had a long day ahead of us. Plus, the back bar area was limited in its taps. For my second beer, I ventured over to the smaller (but main) bar area to peruse the selection, which featured about a dozen different beers, some of which were also on tap in the room we were occupying. I decided on a pour of  Wind of the Mountain, a "small IPA," according to Hidden River. I like that better than "session." Named after an ancient Irish poem, this tasty IPA features a blend of Mandarina Bavaria, African Queen, and Mosaic hops for hints of melon rind and citrus zest. Hidden River also suggests notes of "light grape soda" and "alfalfa in the fields." How poetic! 

After catching up with everyone and enjoying a few beers at Hidden River, it was time to get the show on the road and head to the next destination. I'll admit that I hadn't heard of Pottstown United until Deuane suggested we go there as part of our "reunion tour," so we were, of course, game. Turns out the beer was quite good! 

Gonna keep on drinkin', never stop... united!

When we arrived, there were a few other patrons scattered throughout the tasting room, but we were able to secure a large table in the back. While the place is pretty small, there is a large one-piece lacquered log-style bar along the right side that is pretty impressive. The opposite side features a brick wall and additional tables. Our table was similar to the bar. We perused the menu and, while everyone else ordered snacks and such, we decided to wait until our next stop (La Cabra) because we heard the food was excellent. Plus we'd already eaten a sizable breakfast earlier in the day, so we had enough fuel in the tank for a few beers here.

I think they commissioned Jackson Pollock for this.

Speaking of beer... Snoochie Boochies! The first beer I ordered was named Snoogins, which is a reference to one of my favorite movie characters, Jay (of Jay and Silent Bob fame). If you've ever seen Clerks, Mallrats, Dogma, etc. then you know the Mack Daddy of Jersey. Recognize! Even if I didn't want this beer (which I did; it's a NE-style IPA) I felt obligated to order it based solely on its name. This one didn't scream hazy NE-style, though. It didn't really scream anything, actually. It was just a pretty damn delicious IPA boasting lots of peppery grapefruit rind, dank pineapple, and juicy overripe mango. The mouthfeel was pretty thick and viscous for an IPA, but I really enjoyed its texture. It turned out to be one of the most memorable beers of the day for me... even if it had a dumb name. Snoogins, indeed! (Editor's note: Unfortunately, our server mispronounced it as "Snoojens" with a "J" sound. Also, I ordered a half pour but was given a full pour instead - and at the full price too. Lucky for me I enjoyed it so much.

Pleeps chillin' with his buddy Zeke.

Meanwhile, Brewslut was working on a pour of a creamy oatmeal stout called Slick Rick (presumably named after the rapper of the same name). Dispensed via nitrogen, this stout was well appointed with heavy notes of dark chocolate, roasted malt, and coffee. I had a few swigs; enough to know it was a solid nitro stout. If they really wanted to nail the presentation of this beer, they should have served it with an eyepatch garnish.

All in all, Pottstown United was better than I'd anticipated. It was also a one-and-done stop for us, and soon it was time to head to La Cabra. Even if La Cabra's beer sucked (which it definitely didn't!), I still would have loved it just for the goat connection. When we arrived, there was about a 35-minute wait for a table. Yup, this place was brimming with people both upstairs in the loft and downstairs on the main floor. I'd been aware of the brewery but didn't know much about it. Aside from my familiarity with the goat logo, I also had sampled one or two beers at local beer festivals (most likely Lititz). So it was nice to finally get to the source. 

Entrance to La Cabra. I'm gonna like this place!

While we were waiting for our table, we corralled in the corner over by the bar and grabbed some beers. I spotted Co-Pilot, a porter brewed with cold press coffee, on the board. Coffee beers are hard to pass up, and I'm glad I didn't let this one slip through my hands. This velvety, nitro-dispensed porter boasted rich notes of chocolate, fresh roasted coffee and a hint of caramel vanilla cream candy.  

Meanwhile, some of the team was talking up a beer called Hipster Catnip. Its moniker is one of the most evocative beer names I've come across lately. Sure it's a juice bomb (hence the hipster reference) bursting with tropical fruit and zesty citrus. And of course it has a silky smooth oat-laden mouthfeel. What about a dank, dry finish? You bet yer ass! Although it's listed as an American IPA on Untappd, it's pretty obvious that this is a NE-style hazy brah IPA. However, if they ALL tasted like this, I wouldn't be quick to condemn the style on most occasions. This beer was epic. It was delicious. It was everything I love about the style. And the beer's name is the icing on the cake. Needless to say, I ordered a pint of my own after snagging a few sips from Brewslut. Seriously, this may very well have been my beer of the day!

Best. Wallpaper. Ever! 

Food-wise, the menu was diverse and forward-thinking with a variety of interesting ingredients and dishes. We decided to share an appetizer, so we settled on the Smoked Fish Trio featuring 

smoked whitefish yuca chip, salmon and ricotta crostini, fried smelt and roasted peppers. It was small but extremely flavorful and paved the way for our entrees. I went with the Becky Bowl, a tasty concoction of house smoked salmon, farro, roasted pumpkin, Swiss chard, sweet corn, toasted pistachio, and maple vinaigrette. It was quite tasty. I've been digging these "grain bowls" that some places have been serving lately. It could have been a bit more substantial, perhaps, but the mix of ingredients was delicious and healthy. At least it tasted healthy. 

For my "after dinner" beer, I opted for a pour of Johanna, a luscious NE-style DIPA rife with lemon candy and gentle lactose sweetness atop a hoppy, citrus-forward canvas. This one was definitely a sipper and I took my time with it as we all conversed about life, beer, travel, and music. I really look forward to our next visit to La Cabra. I mean, they've got awesome beer, great food, an amazing atmosphere, and - best of all - goats! Well, not living, breathing goats, but goat wallpaper, a goat logo... you get the idea. 

Until next time, La Cabra.

We'd planned on two more breweries for the day, but we ended up spending a bit more time at La Cabra than we had anticipated. Therefore, we settled on Locust Lane as our final stop for the day. The brewery is situated in an industrial warehouse-type building among other similar buildings, much like many other breweries we'd visited in the past (particularly in California). Inside, the place is pretty non-descript: lots of white walls, a generic bar amid brewing equipment and fermentation tanks, and a few tables. We actually snagged the one table that was set up actually in the brewery's cellar. S&V informed us in advance that the beers here were hit or miss. However, it was a new place we could cross off the long list of breweries we'd visited. 

Outside Locust Lane. It was, like, dark out and stuff.

After perusing the beer list, I decided on Experimental IPA #8: Hybrid, a hazy, fruity IPA loaded with Idaho 7, Mosaic and Simcoe hops. This one didn't strike me as a NE-style IPA, although it was hazy. Idaho 7 hops tend to impart a sometimes odd vegetal note that I'm not 100% sold on. However, it seemed to gel with the Mosaic and Simcoe, coaxing traces of pulpy tropical fruit and melon. It was also a pretty dense beer for an IPA, if memory serves me correctly. Much like the beer, I was pretty hazy by this time of the day. When all was said and done, it was a pretty solid introduction to this brewery. I wouldn't go so far as to say it was great, but it was good.  

Some of the team was passing around a pint of Three Tun Citra IPA, a 100% Citra Hopped IPA that S&V assured was Locust Lane's most consistent beer. As expected, this one featured abundant grapefruit as well as a hint of floral notes. Again, it was good but not great. But sometimes solid is perfectly fine. I don't expect to be blown away every time I try a new beer. 

Locust Lane's brewhouse.

In addition to the two IPAs, Vicki passed around a pour of a Kolsch. Overall, it's a pretty crisp, delicately-balanced beer with a subtle fruit and hop character. It didn't speak to my palate too much, especially after drinking two pretty flavorful, hoppy IPAs. Still, I could tell it was a decent representation of the style. Same goes for the Belgian Golden Ale, a strong but easy drinking ale with notes of pear, green apple and a touch of black pepper. Think Tripel. Again, good but not great.

Although our last stop didn't live up to the other breweries we visited throughout the day, it was great to get the band together again for an enjoyable, beer-soaked day hopping around a few new breweries. Until next time...