So my special lady had an excellent idea this weekend, let's toss the kids in the car and take a ride up to Hill Farmstead. We had a few growlers we wanted to return or exchange and why not grab a beer while there? Perfect. So we got everyone ready and headed up late morning. Well, it takes almost 2 hrs to get there and it is in the middle of no where. No problem. It was a nice day on Saturday, and the kids were in a good mood. We get there and the line is long. Real long. Ok, well, there is a long line for a tasting, $5 for 4 small beers and a super long line to fill growlers. Ok, kids in the front packs... it's tasting time! Well, the line went ok. Time to get in the longer one. An hour in and we were not really close. But once you are that deep you are committed right? Lady went to the bathroom (2 port-o-sans) to pee and wash her hands. No TP. Or way to wash up. Ok, so it is like a frat party. No problem. People in line were friendly, kids were still in a good mood, and the sun was still shining. Well, just as we get to the opening of the brewery my son starts to lose his shit. We are about 1hr 45min in so it is understandable, I was about to lose mine as well. We finally get in and they inform us that they do not take back growlers. So those 3 we have at $10 each are ours forever? Really? Sure, well, only one of them is clean can we just trade out for some clean ones. Oh, you don't clean out bottles either? F*** you Hill Farmstead. Listen, I understand your beer is really good and you want to run your business like the bathroom of a dive bar but jeez... Well, if you can be a dick I guess you have to do it. Needless to say as our kids lost it all together we had no choice but to stop for a cheeseburger and feed the kids at a McDonald's. That was fun. At least they had toilet paper. A good day turned pretty ugly. We will not be going back, at least not on a weekend.
This is also fun. We stopped by the Whiskey Room yesterday for a quick beer and wanted to sit outside as it was a sunny day. I swear I am not embellishing this story. The bartender hands us a whiskey menu, and one for bottled beer and wine. She says the waiter will tell us the draft list. There are only 2 other people in the entire bar. After waiting for a pretty long time the waiter comes out. He informs us there are too many beers for him to remember and that they change frequently so we will have to go in to look at the board. Well, this is contrary to what the bartender said and what... you can't remember 10 beers? It is your f*ing job!!! No problem we remembered a few. One co-worker ordered a Heady Topper, one a 6 Point Resin, and ordered a Peeper, As in the Maine Beer Co. Peeper Ale. After another long period the waiter comes back w/ just the Topper. They are out of the Resin. Ok, 2 Toppers. He comes back w/ the second Topper and asks me what I ordered again. Peeper Ale. He goes back in and then comes back. What beer was that, we change them out a lot, when did you last have it? Peeper Ale. I just saw it inside on your current draft list. Just now?! Plleeper Ale? Peeper Ale! Peeper Ale? Yeah, form the Maine Beer Co. Oh, the Maine Beer Co. I did not understand your lingo, I am from Ireland. What?!?!?! It is the name of the beer not lingo. I did not ask for the Peeps, The Peep Hole, the Peeperdoodle. I asked for a Peeper Ale... the name of the f***ing beer!!!! And you are Irish? What does that have to do with anything? We were both speaking English? I was not giving you hand signals!!!! Anyway, I finally got my beer. And then had to go home... it had been 1 hour. I needed to carve out an additional 6 to get an Edward from Hill Farmstead and figure out how to wipe my ass w/ a sock.
I need more sleep.
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