I did get out for a shortish, not too technically challenging mountain ride with Bill Nye on Saturday... because... 70°+.
So hot, right then.
Hot enough outside to do that on the way up Spencer Branch.
And to do that later.
"You're going to hate it," he replied.
He was basically right. I love our small Charlotte breweries. There's so many of them that they have a quaint neighborhood feel to them. Some more than others, but the grittier the better for me.
The "brewery" felt like it was part of a Disney World attraction. A tourist trap through and through, complete with people lined up ten deep at the bar waiting for a beer, souvenirs, kitsch menu items (Mason jar salad, tiny hamburgers with artisanal bacon)... I get why some people would be into that, but it's not my thing. I don't get the appeal.
But I do like their beer. A go-to in the Dillen household. I guess I'm still sorta buying locally and thinking globally. Sorta. No matter what, it's more than likely a decision of economics when I'm selecting my beverages. I don't know why local brewers don't offer twelve packs, because... money... and dolphins.