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Field Report: Angel City Brewery Saaz-berry 

I took a day trip to Los Angeles a while back to see my girlfriend before she left for a semester abroad. We went to LACMA and saw all the trippy modern art. We took the obligatory picture by the many street lamps. We walked next door and saw the tar pits, which I could’ve swore looked bigger in Sin City.

As the day wound to a close, I was pretty reluctant to leave, so I suggested we find a bar, restaurant, or just someplace with comfy chairs and tasty beverages. My GF pulled up the ol’ Google Maps and suggested we hit the nearby Angel City Brewery. I was down.

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Field Report: Bittercreek Alehouse ft. Grand Teton Bittercreek Cuvee 

Following a two-day, 650-mile drive — which featured a stop in Lake Tahoe, lunch in a semi-abandoned town somewhere in the wastes of Nevada, a tense 6 a.m. conversation with middle-aged Burger King employees, a Wiffle ball game on the side of an alfalfa field, and farmer folk heckling me while I attempted to urinate behind some sunflowers — my former college roommates and I, along with a hundred or so strangers from across the U.S., beheld the most amazing phenomenon we had ever seen: a total solar eclipse.

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Field Report: Gordon Biersch Hefeweizen 

My girlfriend was in town a while back, and as always we were looking for some cheap, quality beer. I had passed Gordon Biersch brewery/restaurant in San Diego millions of times while driving along the I-8 West, but I was never interested enough to stop by and check it out. That was until a quick glance at their menu revealed the $4 brews they offer all day on Sundays. Four dollars. Twenty ounces! I was interested.  Continue reading →

Field Report: Julian Hard Cider Black & Blue 

These last few weeks, summer storms have been in full swing in the eastern part of San Diego County. They’ve made it unbearably humid at lower sea levels (where I live), and they’ve dumped rain and hail relentlessly up at the higher altitudes.

My dad called me one Friday afternoon and asked if I wanted to drive up with him to experience the maelstrom first-hand. He wasn’t doing anything on account of a finger injury that made HVAC work difficult. I wasn’t doing anything besides sending out job apps and attempting to fend off looming depression. A trip to the mountains sounded splendid.

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