As I write this post, I’m sitting in the Nashville airport waiting to go home to Sacramento. There is no way I’m getting on a plane without having a beer or two, and of course it affords the opportunity to conduct some research. The first was a golden ale from Fat Bottom. It’s a good golden ale, plenty malty, but the mouthfeel is a bit soft for my taste. On the other hand (in the other hand?), I have a Sweetwater IPA. Now we’re talking. Malty with an assertive hop “bite” without being obnoxious. Earlier in the week, I stopped by Rock Bottom in downtown Nashville, and their porter was just about the finest porter I have ever had. Balanced to be sure, and it went down easy. Unfortunately it was Sunday, so the brewmaster wasn’t in because he was probably at the football game, or I would have picked his brain.
The best part of travelling for work is checking out the brewing scene wherever I have to go. Makes flying much more bearable.