Disappointing dinner at Samantha’s,
boozy milkshakes at Pav’s Creamery, we gotta
be done, right? Nope, we are out with pro’s and stop by the buzzing
new spot that took over the formerly flaming
Sub Station. Packed. Barely keeping
up with the glassware. The brewery depends on and supports the local
food vendors to keep their patrons in chewable nutrients and focus
on liquid grainery. |
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The Place Is Hoppin', Ha See What I Did There? |
First off, they are smart. Taking over a defunct local landmark, they have filled it with literal and literary local history. Brew names, floors from demolished schools have become all sorts of things inside. So if you grew up here, the floors you used to walk on the way to English now take you to beer, and can be served in the same wood if you get a flight. They are friendly, they are accommodating, they hustle. Only problem is I didn’t find much to draw me back on the beer front. Now in all honesty, the two I would most likely have ordered were 86’d for the night. The straightforward porter and the Belgian Trippel, all gone.
We ordered flights of what was left, lighter, sweeter or sour,
thinner beers. Except for the Custard Hook, a milk stout which would
be right up my alley outside of the forward tartness of raspberry. I
like my beers more traditional, weird up my food all day, but the
beer, it’s just a personal thing, I want the bitter, don’t hide it
with fruit. |
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If you are into pales, blondes, fruity shandys, IPA’s, cream ale’s,
and English milds, there’s probably something you could really sink
your liver into. I’ll have to check back in when they have more that
fits my preference and see how that goes. |
Supplies |
The Taps... |
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...Bring Brew... |
...But Nothing Up My Alley Tonight |
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N/A | B | A | N/A | C | B | ||
My Styles Sold Out |