Last night I went out to a brewery night at one of my favorite bars with a few friends. These friends happen to be very beer savvy. When I say beer savvy, I don’t just mean that they choose Bud instead of Bud Light, I mean they stand on line for rare release bottles, and in one case, brew their own [if you’re wondering, the home-brew is quite good]. After handing in my last assignment of the semester earlier in the day, I was absolutely ready to just sit back, sip on a few delicious beers and enjoy the company.
Let me set the scene: A half-dozen twentysomethings, in a range of business, business casual, and straight-up casual clothes. A no-frills bar with a good craft beer selection. We’re sitting at our table, nibbling at fries and hamburgers [inevitably made with farm-fresh ingredients and fancy cheese]. Why is this important? I just wanted to establish that this isn’t a dive bar, we’re not coeds looking for the beer pong table. I like to think that we’re a bunch of moderately sophisticated adults, swapping work war stories and general conversation over some good food and drinks.
There. I think you can picture it, right? I’d provide a picture of the bar itself for some additional visuals, but their website is lacking and I don’t want to steal from others.
So I leave the table briefly, and when I return, everyone has a small sticker in front of them. Not just any small sticker: a temporary tattoo. It’s nothing all that revolutionary, just a miniature version of the brewery’s logo. But for some reason, I needed to have one. I looked hopefully at my beau to see if my sad eyes would make him relinquish his. They did, but as he was handing it over, I was given my very own. I felt like a five-year old again, for just a few seconds. It was slightly embarrassing, but I think I hid my sheer joy well enough [until I spilled my true feelings all over this post, of course].
So in short: you’re never too old for a temporary tattoo, right? Assuming I won’t actually use it, and if I do, it won’t be visible to anyone who sees me as remotely professional anyway.
P.S. I consider this a “food post”, so I suppose I should address the beer itself. Yum. Founders is one of those breweries that I never would have discovered if I didn’t have said beer-savvy friends. Last night’s lineup [for me, anyway, I’m sure amongst all of us we tried each of the Founders’ beers on tap] was the Breakfast Stout and Centennial IPA. Both were delicious. I can’t tell you what kind of barrels they ferment in or what the prominent tasting notes are, but just know that they’re good, and if you find yourself at a bar where they’ve got some on tap, I recommend it.