|(Palo Comado Trail, Courtesy nps.gov/samo)|
Sometimes, the beer is good, no matter WHERE you drink it, who you're with, or how you feel.
Case in point? Ladyface Alehouse. Part French Brasserie, Part Ramona Romance, the charm of the place is hard to ignore.
It's on the way home from my favorite surf spot. I don't stop in often, but when I do, it seems that the beer always tastes amazing. Is that because I've just been playing in the sea and the sand? (I used to love to play this Who song from Quadriphenia on my guitar). Is it when I'm with my friend, the elusive Eleanor?
When I was just a cub craft beer reporter, I interviewed Ladyface head brewer Dave Griffiths. I was pretty impressed. But what did I know?
As I became more seasoned, I came to realize that other people were impressed by Dave's brewing skills as well. This summer I wrote a brewer friend:
My friend's local pub is at the Russian River Brewery. Their Pliny the Elder beer tops most of the world's beer rankings. And yet, I liked Derailleur so much better that day. How to explain it?
This past weekend (September 18, 2011), I found myself at Zuma again on a beautiful day. The surf was so-so, but the skies were blue, hawks were hovering, a breeze was blowing, and at Ladyface on the way home, I was seated across from Eleanor, looking up at Ladyface peak. The sun set as we sipped our suds. Unfortunately, Dave's Cask of the Week, Last Mango in Paris, had tapped out. So we ordered the seasonal brews Red Rye and Palo Comado instead.
According to our server, Joe, Palo Comado XPA ("Extra Pale Ale") is named after a nearby
|Hoppy, like an IPA, copper like autumn leaves....|