I frickin love beer. The more local, crafty, and hoppier the better. And if it’s available on draught then you’ve completely won me over. From small breweries in upper Michigan to well known brands worldwide. A beer at the end of a long day is my kryptonite.
I’m still searching for my favorite Aussie beer but Young Henry’s here is putting up a good fight. And if not for the beer, at least for the brewery vibes. So much outdated art work and movie posters. Big wooden community tables and food trucks out front. Plus, the giant beer sign behind me. I’m pretty obsessed.
Maybe I actually love beer for the breweries. For the community surrounding the local craft. They make me feel cooler. More badass and yet simpler at the same time. They make me want to learn the art of crafting beer while rocking dreads, a tattoo sleeve (or sleeves), and a snap back. I’ve always thought that to be my alter ego. Which is probably why I’m so drawn to this sort of energy. I like to think that maybe one day I’ll have one of my own.