Over Memorial Day weekend, Wes and I drove up to Eugene for a little get-away and beer tasting jaunt. Although we did more than just taste beer, beer is what this post is about.
We stopped in Ashland to
do a little shopping and then it was lunch time, which meant our first stop, Standing Stone Brewery and
Restaurant. I had had their sampler before. They make it very cute and
appealing with the tall little cylindrical glasses in the wood tray. But I’d
had it before, and decided to chose a glass. I was torn between the saison and
the abbey style, so the waitress brought me a taste of each. I’m always pleased
when the staff can do that without having to charge extra for a little cup! I
chose the “Dear Abbey,” which was moderate enough to be a delightful
accompaniment to the food. The food was good, except for the quite horrid sweet potato soup. If I had to describe it, I'd say grayish milk gravy with glistening beads of fat on the surface, indeterminate flavor, and a prize in every spoonful- vegetable shreds that were eerily similar to fingernail clippings. (probably ginger root?) She took it away and didn't charge me.
When we got to our hotel, we made the lovely
discovery that a local brewpub and restaurant was directly next door! Hop Valley Brewing is an exciting
and popular place in town. They had a large sampler available. My favorite was
the Proxima IPA, similar to the Alpha Centauri Imperial IPA, but less “over the
The next day, we had planned on
visiting Ninkasi, but decided to go elsewhere, since it was lunchtime and they
did not serve food. We chose the High Street
Brewery and Café, located in a renovated old house near downtown. The
sampler was limited to their choice (including a berry one), so I chose their
Jam Session IPA (FYI- Malts: Golden Promise, Vienna, Flaked Barley, Crystal C15 Hops: Chinook,
Centennial, Mosaic, Falconer’s Flight OG: 1.047 TG: 1.010
ABV: 4.77 IBU: 51 SRM: 4)
which was very nice and well suited to a mid-day lunch. We had an unplanned and somewhat disturbing floor show, as we relaxed over our meal in the front yard patio. It quickly became apparent that the woman seated nearby was mentally ill, possibly schizophrenic. After she verbally abused the waitstaff, they asked her to leave. She kept trying to get someone to take her order, but they declined. The police didn't show up until she had screamed at the crowd, cussed the waiter, threw the table centerpiece containing salt shakers, menus etc. out into the street, and slapped the waitress as she was walking up the steps with a loaded tray.
That evening it was
back to Hop Valley for dinner. This time I ordered a pint of Proxima, and Wes
ordered a glass of their pub-brewed root beer. And this was about where the
Great Sriracha Event happened.
our food, our drinks, our ketchup cups, and by request, a full pint-sized jug
of sriracha sauce sat in the middle of the little table. I reached for it, but
the plastic was slippery and it popped out of my hand. All I could see in my
mind was the jug rolling around the table bowling over our drinks, so I started
grabbing. But the jug was still slippery, and the plastic was so flexible that
every time I got a grip it would squirt streams of red hot sauce in wild arcs
across the table, across our food, and finally in a big puddle on the carpet
beside the table. The rolling bottle had caught one ketchup cup, flinging its
contents all along Wes’ white long-sleeve shirt. It all took place in about
1.5 seconds. I hardly knew what to say.
But I was happy to see that the drinks were still standing. (sorry I don't have a picture of that, though I could take a picture of the small pink stain that was left on his shirt after I laundered it.)
We left for home
Monday morning, scouting for a likely pub when noon approached. Here is where
an ipad is very handy. You can do a search, then check the reviews, even get a
virtual tour sometimes. We discovered the 4 Daughters Irish Pub in
Located downtown, this is an awesome pub in an old brick
building with two stories, full bar top and bottom, a mixture of tables and
chairs, couches, coffee tables, parlor chairs and electric fireplaces. Tasteful
and interesting Irish memorabilia and decorations are everywhere.
I was tempted
by Smithwicks, but when I found out they had an ale on tap brewed by them, I had to
order that, a brown. It was the best brown I’d had in a while, just a touch of
roast, and crisp enough to keep up with the food (Shepherds pie, and Bubbles
Then home again, home again, jiggety jig.
Next time... Bend, OR!
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