PA Brewery Tour

Last weekend we did a brewery tour for my husband’s birthday. It was definitely an adventure. After getting a late start on the road, we started with Weyerbacher in Easton, PA. It was totally not what we expected, but my husband and nephew thought it was cool, so that’s all that matters. They were able to get some beers they can’t get retail locally, and my husband got a glass with etching in the bottom so his beer bubbles and makes it taste better or something.

After finding our way back out to I-78 (the way we came in was one way), we FINALLY found a Wawa to grab some snacks, drinks, and use bathrooms. I thought the hand dryer was going to blow me back into the stall. We had lots of giggles over our descriptions of both the women’s and men’s rooms. My husband said, “it looked like someone got massacred with shit in the men’s stall.” The women’s room just had a funk, and someone tried to cover it up with Old French Whore perfume. The perfume smell is what aggravated my allergies and make me cough and gag. It was gas station bathrooms at their finest. Sadly, I’ve seen way worse. I’ve seen so bad I’ve walked out and peed behind the gas station in the weeds. This wasn’t THAT bad.

Since we still had time on our respite clock, we came back closer to home and hit up Troegs. We liked the brewery the first time we were there. Totally different when you hit it right at opening than when you’re there at 4pm on a Saturday. It was loud. I prefer it right after opening. The boys had a beer, we all shared some fries, my husband got the #73 Fest Lager scratch (which is a new favorite), and we headed out to ABC for food. We were going to eat at Troegs, but the menu is pretty froo froo for a brewery. We were also pondering the “bubba sauce” on the brisket sandwich. We decided if Bubba works in the kitchen we wouldn’t eat there any more.

The prospect of eating at Appalachian Brewing Company is always a welcome one. I was also happy because it was getting late and ABC is even closer to home (I was DD for our car, and I was tired). Besides, who am I to say no to the opportunity to get a cup of the cheddar ale soup? Our food didn’t disappoint other than I didn’t realize paninis are like the difference between regular and crinkle cut potato chips. I decided I’m not a fan of crinkle cut sandwiches, but my sandwich was good. It was my own hang up.

Exhausted, we said goodbye to the nephew and his girlfriend and headed home. It was a twelve-hour day, and frankly, I’m too old for those anymore. What made it fun was good food, good company, and good laughs.