What two things go together better than craft beer and travel? They go together so well, that building a vacation around craft beer destinations is now relatively common.
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New Orleans is home to a rich and varied culinary scene, which is by no means limited to such iconic staples as beignets, gumbo, crawfish etouffee and jambalaya. There's way more to eat than what Zatarain's offers. However, after a Saturday spent wandering the city, I was looking for some legit gumbo.
New Orleans, home of Mardi Gras, crawfish beignets, gumbo, the Sazerac, the Saints, the French Quarter, ungodly summer heat – and lots of coffee. The place is full of coffee shops, and not just Café Du Monde. One new and modern local coffee shop is Café Bon Ami.
Where do you go for some great beers, coffee and scenery after a funeral? If you're in Oregon, Portland is a good choice. Rogue, Cascade Barrel House, delicious food, Barista cold brew, tons of walking, and a 35mm Canon AE1 Program. What could go wrong?
Big Bend Brewing Co. operates out of a (modern) barn, with a taproom located just a few steps from the actual brewery. It's "the most remote brewery in America" and aptly, their tagline is "The beer from out here." Out here, the vistas are both beautiful and forbidding, the people are both welcoming and hardy, and the beer is good.
This here is a collaborative description of a Sunday afternoon in McKinney,TX., including The Celt Pub, Emporium Pies, and Tupps Brewery. There might be sunshine and bottle trees in here, too.
Tupps Brewery makes some great session-able summer beers, some outstanding strong beers, and you can find them in Target.
Down in the hill country, west of Austin, there’s a brewery, on a ranch, nestled amongst the oak trees. Situated atop a natural aquifer--with, apparently, the right amount of salts to get a perfect, slightly tart, slightly hoppy, slightly malty profile--Jester King makes beers.
Tattoo Ranch is a scant handful of blocks from where we watched the cattle drive earlier—a short but entertaining affair performed twice daily on Exchange Avenue—but if you’re expecting either ten-gallon hats and cowboy boots, or a Sons of Anarchy-esque biker hangout, don’t.
“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD WAS MUSIC.” ― Kurt…