Showing posts with label glass. Show all posts
Showing posts with label glass. Show all posts

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Day 316/365 - Brew at the Zoo



Hot, tired, and still half-drunk. I'll write a description at some point tomorrow.

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Okay, I’m sober, awake, and air-conditioned now. I’d heard about Brew at the Zoo but never been before. It’s a fundraising event the National Zoo hosts every summer where they bring in around thirty breweries to set up booths at the Zoo and give out samples of their beers. For the price of your ticket you get a nice glass mug with the Brew at the Zoo logo etched on it and all the free samples of beer you can drink in three hours.

There is a sample line etched on the mug and many of the brewers were strict/stingy about only filling your glass up to that mark. I did notice that the women in attendance generally were given more in their glasses than guys, probably because most of the people working the booths and pouring the beer were guys. The booths are arranged in a loop at the back end of the zoo and you just get a sample and then move to the line for the next and drink your beer while you wait to move up to the head of the line. Which means that it’s pretty much just continuous beer drinking for hours. Because your mug is only getting filled to sample size, it doesn’t seem like you’re drinking that much but it adds up quickly.

I was supposed to go with a couple friends, but something came up and they were unable to go so I had to fly solo. It’s an event that would be more fun with friends, but it was still pretty good on my own. They should’ve handed out a map though showing the different brewers’ booths and listing their beers because if you find one you enjoy and would like to buy at the store, it’s hard to remember what it was after trying so many different ones (not to mention the memory fog brought on by simply drinking so much beer). Of the ones I liked, there are only two that I can remember by brewery – a porter by Flying Dog and a hefeweizen from Starr Hill. They were both delish.

My only gripe about the event is that it’s held at the worst possible time of year. August in DC is like a summer vacation in Hell. It’s so hot and muggy that the entire city feels like one big outdoor sauna. They should push Brew at the Zoo back until September when the weather is less brutal. Especially given that you have to hump it back up the hill to the zoo entrance after the event ends. I can’t lie, I had to stop twice and take a break on a bench for a few minutes (whether from the beer I’d drunk or the oppressive heat I don’t know. Possibly both).

If I go again next year I think I’ll spring for the VIP ticket. Then they throw in a free t-shirt, appetizers, and you have your own private beer booths so you don’t have to wait in line. Plus you’re under an awning in case it rains. After all, you don’t want the rain watering down your beer.

(Taken with my Nikon Coolpix S200)

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Day 218/365 - Drinking Double



Had two happy hours to hit tonight. The first was a charity fundraiser happy hour at McFadden's in Foggy Bottom hosted by my kickball league. The second was a friend's happy hour at Porter's Dining Saloon in Dupont Circle. After three Jack and Cokes and a free shot of Cuervo's new Silver Tequila (for which I got to keep the souvenir shot glass and which was verrrrrry smooth btw), all I can conclusively and accurately state is that Porter's has pretty good mini burgers and tater tots. Anything I said that required more mental effort than that would be very subject to skepticism at this point.

(Taken with my Nikon Coolpix S200)

Monday, May 4, 2009

Day 208/365 - Today's Shot



When all else fails, resort to being literal.

(Taken with my Nikon Coolpix S200)

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Day 160/365 - Happy St. Patty's Day



I'm not Irish, but my first name is. It can mean either "of comely birth" or "noble, gentle, kind, and loveable." I've seen it translated both ways. I'm not sure how accurate either actually is as it relates to me. Originally my name was spelled Coemgen and it dates to at least the 5th century AD. That's when my name made its first recorded appearance in the annals of history with the arrival on the scene of Saint Kevin of Ireland.

He was an interesting character. He was a holy man who could reportedly talk to animals. He also founded a monastery but when the job of being in charge got to be too much for him he ran away and became a hermit who lived in a cave in the woods. The monks eventually tracked him down and pleaded with him to come back, but he wasn't having any of it. He did agree to let them visit him in his cave from time to time to consult with him, though.

I remember reading about him in college when I had some time to kill between classes one day and looked up my name in the library. Once I read about what a quirky introvert he was I thought "Yep, he was a Kevin alright."

Today has to be the Guinness Brewing Company's favorite day of the year, much as the Corona people have to love Cinco de Mayo. Pizza companies and Italian breweries need to get together and start pushing Columbus Day as the next ethnic food and excessive beer drinking holiday.

(Taken with my Nikon Coolpix S200)

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Day 148/365 - Happy Hour at Matchbox



I went to a happy hour at at bar/restaurant called Matchbox with a few people from work tonight. That's my first beer above, a Chimay. I only had two, though. Everyone had stuff they had to do tonight so we only hung out for about 90 minutes. Still, it was nice to get out and socialize for a bit.

Matchbox specializes in pizza, but they also have these really good mini-burgers. That's what I ordered. I had to get the order of 6 because 3 mini-burgers just isn't enough. I need a "baby bear option," dammit. Where's the size that's just right?

(Taken with my Nikon Coolpix S200)