I was at Firehouse in NorCal and saw two pallets of bombers of a Rye IPA by them. I was surprise because I never see there stuff bottled. I sit down and ask the waitress about it after she goes through their standard beer list.
"What's that Rye IPA in the back hall for? Is that available?"
(confused look) "Let me go check."
(she leaves and returns moments later...) "Our IPA today is the pale ale."
I wasn't in an educating mood so I just ordered that. Didn't bother asking what the soup de jour was.
"What's that Rye IPA in the back hall for? Is that available?"
(confused look) "Let me go check."
(she leaves and returns moments later...) "Our IPA today is the pale ale."
I wasn't in an educating mood so I just ordered that. Didn't bother asking what the soup de jour was.