Category: midtown wine and spirits

B-double-E-double-R-U-N

Went to the Music City Brewer’s Fest on Saturday.

Mmmmm. . . beeeeer. . .

Mmmmm. . . humidity . . . ugh.

Lots of great brews, including my all-time favs The Highland Brewing Company.  I hovered around their booth for a little while but figured I should branch out.  I would write about my impressions of all the different beers that I tried that day but I can’t really remember.  I must have drunk too many good ones.  The heat is really the only thing that I can remember.  Oooof.

I do remember that I missed having a little water to rinse out my cup at each booth.  You should be able to wash out the remnants of the prior beer before you tried a new one.  I feel that I didn’t get a good representation of taste because they were really all mixed together.  Oh well.  This was my first time away from my favorite brewer’s fest, the Brewgrass Festival, and maybe they don’t offer that everywhere.  At least it gave me a hint of beers that I’ll try to find the next time I’m at Midtown Wine and Spirits.

I did a lot of comparisons between the Music City Brewer’s Fest and the Brewgrass Festival.  My apologies to my partner in brew, I  sounded like a guy talking about his old girlfriend that just dumped him.  I must have sounded like such a putz (no real connection for this link I just love the name of this company)(a shout out to my buddy Mountain Kilter).

On the subject of beers and festivals, walking around amongst the throng of amatuer and professional beer drinkers in downtown Nashville in the humidity I came to realize that I really love to listen to bluegrass drinking fine brews in the middle of the Blue Ridge Mountains.  Here I am talking about my old girlfriend again.  So sorry.

Sigh . . . well, the introvert/extrovert clan may have to take a trip come September 22 to Asheville, NC.

Diggin’ on the Ba$tard

As I drove into work this morning I noticed some self(?) censorship on the Midtown Wine and Spirits. It was advertising a special on Fat Bastard and a Riesling. They spelled ‘bastard’ with a dollar sign for the ‘s’. Is bastard that bad of a word? I must be desensitized or something because I tend to use that word freely. Yikes, this might affect my blog’s ‘G’ rating.

I remember being introduced to the bastard around the same time I met the Elder Extroverted One’s family. Not only is it a pretty decent wine it has a great name. Especially if you have to say it out loud the dinner table. I really enjoyed saying, “Pass that bastard over here!” Sigh. Good times.

UPDATE: The word bastard did affect my rating. Shoot! After typing bastard seven (well, now nine times) my blog is PG. My own daughter can’t read this blog. Which is good because she can’t read yet.