On Tap

I do like to go to a pub occasionally, and I do like to pay attention to the odd bits of life. So here is where these two streams intersect today, in those things that the bartender moves to dispense beer (or cider). Yes I am talking about beer taps. Now when I was just a youngster, these were ordinary, plain sorts of things. Perhaps it might have the name of the sort of beer being served (where I am from this would be Budweiser, Busch, Stag or Falstaff). But times have changed and perhaps the gullible drinking public can be persuaded to try a brew based on the tap handle. At least that is my explanation. 😉

Why not try the beer preferred by elephants?

This is quite a popular local (ish) beer. M always said he knew why the Lab was laughing.

At this fine establishment the choice is between some anonymous taps or the tentacled one. I would always vote for trying the tentacle!

And then there is this choice. It appears to be a wheat beer, and it appears to be the sort of things favored by sombrero wearing zombies or other undead sorts. Perhaps not the best selling point for one’s beer, but, there is obviously a market for this. So goodbye to the old major brands (I do not miss you Budweiser), hello to the interesting taps of the craft crowd.

Out to lunch

One of the good things about having a service dog (even a temporary one like Ace) is that they can go anywhere as long as they are wearing their vest. I had to pop in at the local art museum, and as they have have a rather nice restaurant, it seemed like the perfect place for lunch. And with a service dog I can sit inside, rather than being banished to the outside patio.

This is their take on French onion soup, which is one of my favorites. It was dark and delicious, chock full of caramelized onions.

Because I was sharing I decided to order the burger instead of the salad that I wanted. Again, they serve such lovely food at this place, the burger had pickled onion and peppers on it, and arugula instead of plain lettuce.

You can see how mouth-watering the food was. (Ace could hardly wait to get his portion.)

The most peculiar thing about dining at this establishment is the mural. Who on earth thought it was a good idea to have a man’s butt front and center? Oh those crazy 1930’s bohemians. The amazing bit is that is has featured here in this bastion of conservatism for all these years. I suppose it is ‘artistic’.

Ace took no notice of the surroundings however, so after our repast we went on our merry way.