This weekend wasn’t just a visit from Baby Brother. It was also his first trip to Portland where he was 21.
Clearly, this meant he needed to visit some breweries.
When I first moved to Portland the beer selection was terrifying. I was used to pitches of Bud Light. Or Miller High Life if I was feeling klassy (it is the champagne of beers after all)
Here there are about 34998098 beers and breweries. We tried to hit up the basics for Baby Brother.
I read somewhere that sour is the new hoppy. I have high hopes this is true.
We tried some samplers of their ish
I think this is far more my style than the husband or Baby Brother’s. But seriously, give sours a try if you’re not a beer drinker. You could be ahead of the cool kid curve.
We also hit up Bridgeport, where I failed to take pictures.
Bridgeport isn’t my favorite, but you do have to love their $3 happy hour beers.
And we had to do Burgerville. It’s sustainable, so it must be good for you.
Like I said, pre-Portland, I was indifferent. I have a long standing distrust of IPAs because when I first moved here IPAs looked all nice and light, like the ambers and goldens I would drink. I’d get one and BAM mouth full of hops. No hi.