Saturday, December 18, 2004
I've been forgetting to mentino that the Main Street Brewery, located in the suburban wasteland of Corona, CA, apparently does last call at 10:30 pm -- even on a Saturday.
I'd say this is yet another reason to never leave the city, but LA itself hasn't yet given me a brewpub worth going out of my way for, either. Bugger.
In better news, I've heard a rumor that Westwood Brewco is getting new tap lines. They've stopped even pretending to be a microbrewery (I believe they were doing contract brewing for the last few years) and seem to be trying to morph into a beer bar, serving brews from local brewery Angel City and supposedly considering some Stone taps. With new tap lines, it might even be okay. I'd be psyched if Westwood turned into a bar worth frequenting again, since it's on a bus line to our place, thus eliminating any pesky designated driver issues.
Finally, the annual homebrew club winter party was excellent, as are all homebrew club events, really. There was so much good stuff I couldn't begin to try it all, and yet I still spent part of the party sitting on a row of grain containers too drunk to lift my glass, let alone stand up. Oh, to be a large man like everyone else in the club and have a bit more tolerance...
I'd say this is yet another reason to never leave the city, but LA itself hasn't yet given me a brewpub worth going out of my way for, either. Bugger.
In better news, I've heard a rumor that Westwood Brewco is getting new tap lines. They've stopped even pretending to be a microbrewery (I believe they were doing contract brewing for the last few years) and seem to be trying to morph into a beer bar, serving brews from local brewery Angel City and supposedly considering some Stone taps. With new tap lines, it might even be okay. I'd be psyched if Westwood turned into a bar worth frequenting again, since it's on a bus line to our place, thus eliminating any pesky designated driver issues.
Finally, the annual homebrew club winter party was excellent, as are all homebrew club events, really. There was so much good stuff I couldn't begin to try it all, and yet I still spent part of the party sitting on a row of grain containers too drunk to lift my glass, let alone stand up. Oh, to be a large man like everyone else in the club and have a bit more tolerance...
