BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
We had a quite nice walk.
It was especially nice after 456 miles in the saddle today.
It was especially nice to be there with Sooze.
It was especially nice to just be away together.
It was just especially nice.
Period.
Winchester has a thing with painted apples. We’ve seen similar things before, so what the heck!
Sooze had done some research and found a local brew-pub, which was within walking distance, so we headed to Piccadilly’s Brew Pub.
Now, I’ve been to brew pubs all over the place.
Typically, they have a limited ‘macro’ beer selection, and offer a range of their own stuff.
Not here.
They did not have one single beer available that they brewed themselves. Not ONE! WTF?!?!? I really, truly just do not understand how a “Brew Pub” would be out of ALL of their own beers.
That’d be like Bob Evans being out of pancake batter…
Tim Hortons being out of coffee…
You get the idea.
We were disappointed, but dealt with it in an appropriate manner.
Out on the deck / patio area, there’s a kick-*** place for kids to play. I was kinda tempted to go down there as well, but:
1. Didn’t want to be “That Guy.”
2. I’m pretty sure if I’da jumped off and tried to land like some of the kids were, I woulda hurt myself, perhaps permanently. In an unpleasant place.
3. There wasn’t a waitress serving beer to people down there.
So I stayed put.
It was a cool place to hang out, I must say.
Being connoisseurs of fried pickles, we tried theirs:
We each took a bite and … holy crapOLA they were hot!! We thought it was the dipping sauce, but after chatting with the waitress aboot it, it was the actual pickles themselves! Them bastages gotta kick to ‘em!!
Mmm… You get one of those mahoogies with each bottle.
The final tally on those for the evening.
One of my favorite lines when I go to a bar and the service sucks is, “This’d be a great place for a bar!”
So, my witty title for this picture is, “This’d be a great place for a brew pub! Too bad these are all EMPTY!” Arrgh….
It was especially nice after 456 miles in the saddle today.
It was especially nice to be there with Sooze.
It was especially nice to just be away together.
It was just especially nice.
Period.
Winchester has a thing with painted apples. We’ve seen similar things before, so what the heck!
Sooze had done some research and found a local brew-pub, which was within walking distance, so we headed to Piccadilly’s Brew Pub.
Now, I’ve been to brew pubs all over the place.
Typically, they have a limited ‘macro’ beer selection, and offer a range of their own stuff.
Not here.
They did not have one single beer available that they brewed themselves. Not ONE! WTF?!?!? I really, truly just do not understand how a “Brew Pub” would be out of ALL of their own beers.
That’d be like Bob Evans being out of pancake batter…
Tim Hortons being out of coffee…
You get the idea.
We were disappointed, but dealt with it in an appropriate manner.
Out on the deck / patio area, there’s a kick-*** place for kids to play. I was kinda tempted to go down there as well, but:
1. Didn’t want to be “That Guy.”
2. I’m pretty sure if I’da jumped off and tried to land like some of the kids were, I woulda hurt myself, perhaps permanently. In an unpleasant place.
3. There wasn’t a waitress serving beer to people down there.
So I stayed put.
It was a cool place to hang out, I must say.
Being connoisseurs of fried pickles, we tried theirs:
We each took a bite and … holy crapOLA they were hot!! We thought it was the dipping sauce, but after chatting with the waitress aboot it, it was the actual pickles themselves! Them bastages gotta kick to ‘em!!
Mmm… You get one of those mahoogies with each bottle.
The final tally on those for the evening.
One of my favorite lines when I go to a bar and the service sucks is, “This’d be a great place for a bar!”
So, my witty title for this picture is, “This’d be a great place for a brew pub! Too bad these are all EMPTY!” Arrgh….