My five year plan is to visit, and thereby sample the wares of, every microbrewery in the state of California. I include the ‘big boy” craft brewers since the goal is drinking beer not business profiling. That being said, if they have multiple breweries, I consider one stop at one brewery a fulfillment of my goal.*

These are my personal ramblings about beer and should, in no way, be construed as the last word on either the subject or locations mentioned. And, since we are in the disclaimer business, let me just say two things... one, it is a lot easier to start up a webpage than an actual brewery and, two, when you are going headfirst into Chapter 11 the last thing you worry about is closing out your website. Combine that with the general uncertainty of the information highway and you won’t be overly dismayed when you track down a brewery and find it either DOA or something completely different as they say.

All these dire warnings and disclaimers will, of course, fall by the wayside every time you find that cozy little brewpub in some out-of-the-way burg where the food is good and the beer is great…

*See the amendment to this plan at the bottom of the February 26,2012 blog post...

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

BYE BYE CALIFORNIA CABBAGE PATCH, ET AL...


Now Antioch probably has a quaint, old part of town somewhere, but we never saw even a glimmer of it.  The route we took was the official Townhouse & Mall version and Schooner’s Brewpub was in a mall and sort of had that mall look about it.  In spite of that my pint of American Cream Ale was very good indeed and so was the big plate of nachos we split to hold us over until San Francisco.
When I called the day before, the hostess couldn’t tell me how to find them and our waitress couldn’t actually tell us how to get back to highway 4 but we made it and soon were motoring south on 680 headed for the Golden Gate.

We stayed with our friends Jodi & Alex out above Golden Gate Park so we naturally went to the Magnolia Pub & Brewery dinner Saturday night (after a big lunch at Roosevelt’s Tamale Parlor of course…)  They bill themselves as a “gastro pub” and I had a plate of Wisconsin bleu sheep cheese,  some spicy coppa meat, sourdough bread and a bowl of sweet pickled peppers and grapes.  I washed it all down with several glasses of their award winning Bonnie Lee Special Bitter.  Good beer, good food, good god I’m a happy man who is ready to sleep in his own bed…
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