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...

Thursday, April 24, 2014

SLOWLY I RETURN, STEP BY STEP...

Holy smokes and oops, sorry… I looked over my notes and discovered that I had visited breweries almost a year ago that I haven’t written about yet. So, to rectify that gross oversight, I humbly offer the following notes and memories.

06/02/2013 - Looking for a wee bit more scenic route up to a weekend in San Francisco we headed up highway 1, outta Santa Cruz through Davenport. Long about half way you come to signs for the town of Pescadero… with no town in sight. Turns out that the town of Pescadero is about 3 miles off the highway, but snugged right up against the coast highway is a gas station with a nice brewery/restaurant right behind it. This would be The Highway 1 Brewing Co. and, since we had breakfast out and a late start, we wheeled in for a brewski.

 After reviewing the choices I settled on a pint of Pepper in the Rye… a curious and intriguing blend of beer and spices. I’m not much for fiddle farting around with the simple elegance of just plain ol’ beer, but this one was subtle enough to pass muster. I wouldn’t wanna drink a half rack of them of an afternoon, but it was well worth the stop and the sampling… and the bar bites we ordered were just the thing for a short lunch.

A few weeks later I found myself back in Quincy once again with a need to visit lovely Susanville to track down Lassen Ale Works.

Since my friend Traci needed to hit up the Social Security Office in Susanville, she likes beer and she shares my passion for fish & chips, it just screamed out Road Trip! 

Of course, despite claims on their website, the Social Security offices were closed so we repaired to the brewery to assuage our feelings of betrayal and to avail ourselves of beer and grub. Since I was driving, Traci ordered a tasting flight and I limited myself to a pint of  Bizz Johnson Blonde. While we were perusing the menu the owner came by, a discussion ensued about the quality of fish & chips here and there and, for all intents and purposes, she offered to comp the lunch if we didn’t like their version. Bottom line, we ordered fish & chips, all the beers in the flight were excellent, the fish & chips disappeared and we paid for our lunch. Granted Susanville is a bit out of the way and on the way to nowhere else, but this place is well worth the drive.

A few days later it was time to head home again to Sammy Cruise and the lovely Tama. Instead of a marathon through drive, busting down the freeway for six hours, I decided to wander home the back way and hit a couple of “out of the way” breweries that had been dodging their place on my list.

Just up the hill from the place where John Marshall discovered gold on Mr. Sutter’s property is the Gold Hills Winery & Brewery. A little hard to find and once you find the parking lot your work day is still not over.

Down the stairs, across the road, a peek into an empty foyer, a couple of locked doors, round the back, down another flight of stairs, across another small parking lot and you find yourself at the bottom of a last, short flight of stair that takes you to the beer tasting room.

It was hot and I was tired so it was a real treat to get a cold, excellent 22 ounce bottle of 49’er Red to drink on the shady deck overlooking acres of vineyard. As I said, it was hot and I was miles from a motel room but their beer was so good that I bought a variety of other beers to consume later.  Well worth a stop if you’re out that way but hit the web ‘cuz they got short hours and they’re only open a couple of days a week…

Down the road into the flats and the heat, heading to prison and Lockdown Brewery in beautiful downtown Folsom, California. Right in the middle of old town and up a flight of stairs in a beautiful old commercial building, it had all the appearances of a nice, cool and refreshing break from the late afternoon heat. But, sadly, appearances can be deceiving and when I asked which of their beers I should start with, I was informed that none of their beers were available on tap… no weekend rush draining the kegs (it was a Saturday…) no “just ended” local celebration… they were just out of beer save but one.

Being no stranger to this sort of adversity I ordered a pint of the beer they had and I must say it was very good. I sampled Stoney Bar Scotch Ale and then, after hearing that they offered no kind of food nor bar snacks, I paid up and moved on down the highway to my Motel 6 reservation and air conditioning…

I must remind readers here (again…) that this is by no means a critical review of the breweries. I was there once, for half an hour, and may well have hit their only flat spot.

You truly should not base your visit or avoidance plans on what you read here… remember that even a bad beer experience is better than a no beer experience.