My dad isn’t really a craft beer guy. He was drinking long before any of the fancy pants, IPA-or-die craft breweries took off, and as such he prefers to keep it simple, to consume only the tried and true, the canned good ol’ boys: Coors Banquet and Coors Light. He likes Modelo and Pacifico too, but my point is that he doesn’t often venture beyond the macrobrewery selections.
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 →
I love beer, and I love coffee. Stouts are an intersection of the two. Logically, this should make me a “stout guy,” but that’s not exactly the case. While I can appreciate the rich, chocolaty goodness of these beers, I find that I can only drink them sparingly. A four pack takes me a month or two to finish, and a sixer will take another month or so on top of that. They’re not casual drinking beers — your dad has never come in post-yard work to guzzle some espresso-flavored thing that’s like 10% ABV. I personally save them for special occasions… or for when there’s nothing else in my fridge and I’m trying to start a beer blog.
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.