Deciding what beer I wanted to pair with Labor Day was surprisingly difficult. My first thought was "all of them," but that approach is incredibly expensive and typically comes with legal consequences.
The tasting room greets you with a shrine to San Diego craft brew. The walls are adorned with the emblems of every brewery Tap That works with, numerous enough to wallpaper a strip around the perimeter.
The brewing scene in San Diego has something of a generation gap. It's gotten to the point that venerable elders like Stone and Ballast Point just can't keep up with all the whippersnapper brewers they have to shoo off their lawn.
Some of the clearest memories I have from my childhood are of family camping trips. We'd pile into the van and head into parts unknown, abandoning creature comforts for a fleeting moment of communion with Mother Nature. God, did it suck.
Is more bitterness really what a world torn asunder needs? Perhaps, in a broader sense, our gravity toward such extremes is part of what got us into this mess in the first place. (Deep, right? It's like, whoa.)