AWOL for one #beersaturday

Last #beersaturday the @handofzara was AWOL (away without leave) for the acronym impaired.

So the the Mrs. @handofzara asked me several months ago if we could go to a wedding of one of best friend's daughter. Not really paying attention to any of the details of course I agreed.

It wasn't until sometime last month that she mentioned that we needed to get a hotel and that we were going to visit her mother on the way to the wedding.

And for an added bonus, she said we were staying with my parents on the way back from the wedding.

Then it dawned on my feeble brain, that I never actually asked where this wedding was being held. I tried to figure out why we were driving to Pennsylvania where her mother lives on the "way" to the wedding and staying with my parents, who live in Delaware on the "way" home from the wedding.

I "heard" you but that "listening" part isn't actually my strong suit, I thought to myself but did not dare utter out loud. As the Mrs. @handofzara had that "I am about to kill you look" in her eyes which every happily married man knows all to well, so on this rare occasion I thought the better of speaking mind out loud.

I pulled out my handy dandy road maps to figure out just exactly how much driving we were going to do in five days. How about 1450 miles requiring 24 hours in the car with the Mrs. @handofzara talking, me hearing her talk and not really listening at all, bobbing my head while uttering the occasional "really", "what else" or "hmm".

Just kidding! We had a wonderful time and are still married, so that is a plus. When we pulled off the highway on the way back from the wedding I saw a sign for a local brewery near my parents house.

So. I planned an escape with my father to dip on over to the local brewery.

We ducked in just as the brewery was opening sometime around 1 o'clock in the afternoon. Now I am not one for day drinking but having that very morning survived the Cross-Bronx Expressway through New York, well I determined that life is in fact short and I needed a beer.

Which brings me to this particular beer, a kolsch, which I ordered in accordance with the @handofzara rule number 1 when going to a new brewery.

RULE NUMBER ONE: Order a Kolsch or a Helles, if it is not good leave immediately!

My father is old, and has some health issues, his doctor's tell him he can no longer drink alcohol.

And yet when he saw my beer, he wanted me to ask for another small glass so he could share mine. I did him better, I asked the bartender for a "sampler" glass of the Kolsch for my dad. The bartender happily agreed. In case you are unaware, in most local breweries you can get a sampler glass of beer to try before ordering. Nice tip from the @handofzara on this #beersaturday.

My father downed that glass as if it were a shot a whiskey. He smiled and said, "damn that was good."

Who knows, this might be the last beer my father and I share together this side of the old sod.

So how good was the Kolsch at Bellefonte Brewery in Delaware?

I got a "growler" to go! A growler is usually two pints that is poured from the keg and canned immediately behind the bar.

That is what I am drinking this #beersaturday and I will see y'all next week.