TexasDroughtBrewery
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I like how everyone is admittedly "that guy" LOL, I should of known it was you guys!!!
I totally agree. For the most part, I have zero desire to ever take a brewery tour again. If you've toured one, you've toured a thousand.Unless there's some special tasting involved, like brewer's private stock or sampling some barrels, I'm not taking any more tours. The beer is cooked, the beer is cooled, the beer is fermented, packaged and sold; not a whole lot new to see. The only exception would be super small nano breweries, each one seems to have a twist on a process that is somewhat interesting. The tours don't take long and the brewer is usually more approachable.
I totally agree. For the most part, I have zero desire to ever take a brewery tour again. If you've toured one, you've toured a thousand.
Except Cantillon. THAT is a tour I'd like to take.
Funny you mention Cantillon. I was there just a few months ago and it was the coolest brewery. They chill their beer in an open vat with the windows open so the air blows through. Crazy.
I've heard on the tours of Cantillon they let you sample still beer straight from the tank. That true? That's worth the price of admission right there for me!Funny you mention Cantillon. I was there just a few months ago and it was the coolest brewery. They chill their beer in an open vat with the windows open so the air blows through. Crazy.
Funny you mention Cantillon. I was there just a few months ago and it was the coolest brewery. They chill their beer in an open vat with the windows open so the air blows through. Crazy.
That would be terroirifying.
I'm always "THAT GUY" on brewery tours; the know-it-all who smiles knowingly whenever they actually say anything about brewing and asks "insider" questions about hop schedules, pitch rates, and other unbearable crap like that. I'll bet most of us are "THAT GUY" on the tour, actually... Shame on us!
I totally agree. For the most part, I have zero desire to ever take a brewery tour again. If you've toured one, you've toured a thousand.
Except Cantillon. THAT is a tour I'd like to take.
I've heard on the tours of Cantillon they let you sample still beer straight from the tank. That true? That's worth the price of admission right there for me!
...it was the coolest brewery. They chill their beer in an open vat with the windows open so the air blows through. Crazy.
The tour guide at Front Street in Milwaukee said the word "bunghole" at least ten times. And he laughed at himself every single time.
While on a distillery tour in Scotland. At the end of the tour they let you sample a shot or so of scotch. We were all sitting around the big table and she was patiently explaining about the scotch. One dude was clearly pissed about something, I don't know what. She finally said after everyone got their scotch IF you want you can put a drop or two of water in it to bring out the flavor... this dude grabbed the pitcher and POURED at least a cup of water in the glass... the lady was speechless... I can still remember that like it was yesterday. I mean if he didn't like scotch why were you there?? still makes me laugh...
I'm usually very behaved. But I was at a brewery, getting a tour from the owner, and he was talking a lot about their yeast. Big secret. Locked up in a vault. Etc.
I have to confess, *on occasion*, on a tour, I suddenly turn into "That [Self-Appointed-Semi-Obnoxious-Comedian-Type] Guy". Whenever I am in a group of people and the atmosphere becomes too serious --- or worse yet, boring --- an irrepressible urge inside me wells up to counteract the starchiness with [what I consider] "humor". It's a gift. I become committed to the fact it is warranted, if not absolutely necessary, which, according to my wife is absolutely never necessary, and that I SHOULD be committed! It's especially evident when I subtly offer what I consider a well-timed, unsolicited one-liner. Deliver, pause, and with the usual self-aggrandizing smirk on my face, turn to my wife, expecting at the very least a sliver of a smile of approval, only to find her glaring straight ahead, jaw firmly locked, gritting her teeth and without lips moving, growling under her breath something to the effect, "If you don't STOP that, I'm going to the car!!"
I don't like tours that much anyway; they give me bruised ribs.
We must be related, and our wife's must be sisters.