My Just Reward



Earlier this week I had some errands to run over in another part of town. You know – away from home. So I started mentally planning my trip and realized I could turn it into a bike ride. I mean – I have baskets for cry-eye – why not? So on the appointed day, I kicked the tires and took off.


The round trip was only about 15 miles, but that was a nice bit of exercise and I checked something off my to-do list. Right smack dab in the middle of the ride, I started getting hungry. So I began looking around for a little restaurant and a bike rack.


I found plenty of places to eat, but bike racks? Not so much. I couldn’t understand that, but hey – this is L.A. We love our cars, people. So I kept riding. I passed place after place, good food after good food, but no bike racks. Finally, I remembered a craft beer joint nearby. I also remembered how the owner is a biker and had bike racks installed out front for his customers. I rode to the bar, secured my wheels, went in and found a spot at the jam-packed counter and placed my order. The ‘tender asked if I wanted to run a tab or close out my order. I looked and him and said, “Dude! I can’t ride drunk! Close that bitch!” He laughed and brought me my check.


Now you’d think I was most looking forward to my food – a smoked duck and bacon sausage lunch special. And I was hungry and the food was good. But my just reward for all that biking? A beautiful wild ale.



I figured that beer would last me through my food and then some, but I started talking with the chick seated beside me and my food took a little longer than expected and before you knew it, I signaled the ‘tender and said, “Dude! Open that bitch! I need another drink!” We all had a good laugh and easy conversation continued. Before long, it was time to go. The ‘tender high-fived me on my way out and the counter chick and I exchanged our good-byes. I walked outside, unlocked my bike and headed home.


It was a good day. It really was.

Golden Road Brewery – Los Angeles



This month’s meeting of Beer Clug was special. We went on a tour of L.A.’s Golden Road Brewery.



I swear, our little group was so geeked out and happy, you wouldn’t believe it. We were being tested on our knowledge (or lack thereof) of all things beer, and learning as we went along. It was a drinking nerd’s dream. For reals.



The facility is beautiful. The craft beer is top-notch. The employees…



My interaction with the employees began with a lovely gal named Laurel. She recommended options for our meeting and arranged for the tour. When our needs fell outside her scope, she referred me to another swell chick named Lauren. Lauren gave me a tour of a private meeting room and addressed all my questions. When it came down to it, the designated space was perfect for our members.



On the appointed day, we arrived to see a sign saying brewery tours were canceled, due to construction. But that wasn’t the case at all! Teri introduced herself to me and said she’d be leading us on a modified tour, and that we’d simply have to bypass some of the ongoing work areas. Perfect! Teri proved to be yet another fantastic Golden Road employee – knowledgeable, professional and personable.



After the tour, we settled into our beautiful meeting space. As I understood it, we’d be going out into the pub for our food and drink orders (which would have been grand – seriously). But a fab lad named Dante showed up and said he’d be taking care of us during our meeting. Dante did indeed take all our orders, and he did it with a smile.



When the meeting was finished, I was really impressed by the day’s outcome. I’ve been to Golden Road’s pub many times, and I’ve enjoyed each and every visit. To have this particular day’s Beer Clug meeting be treated as something special, well, it only made me love the place more.



I’ve got a Golden Road growler in my fridge right now. And I’ll be finishing it over the next couple of days. But no worries. I’ll be going back for more. Soon.


Under the Influence



I do a pretty good job of being true to myself. I work at it, I admit. I generally manage to function in this world with my eyes wide open. I take in information, analyze it, decide if I like it or not.


I am not usually susceptible to the raves and leanings of friends. If they tell me I simply must read the latest teen trilogy that’s sweeping every middle school in the known Universe, I am strong enough to know and say I won’t be reading those. If every gal I know is wearing the latest peep-show chaps that are available now! Straight off the pole!  - I couldn’t care less. And I will say right out loud, “No, thank you. I won’t be wearing those, girls.”


But when it comes to beer, well, I’m a bit more susceptible. As this dude in the UK keeps posting about all the holiday beers he’s going through before Christmas, I have fallen under the influence. So this week found me out shopping for holiday craft brews. Thus far, I’m toasting Christmas like nobody’s bid-ness.


Season’s Greetings, yo!