But Beer Is Supposed To Taste Good

I hate it when I spend months looking forward to something and it turns out to be a raging disappointment.

This morning we went to the Air and Space Museum. No, the other one. Lumpyhead ran around the place squealing and falling out of his shoes, taking note of only really important things like stairs and plastic chairs. I didn't spend much time dwelling on anything other than the $12 they charged me to park.

The thing I was really looking forward to though, and the whole reason I wanted to go out to BFE in the first place, was to have lunch at the Dominion Brewery. Aunt Bob, Bump, Scrubly and I visited this place years ago, when they couldn't sell you beer at the end of the brewery tour and just had to give it to you for free. I remember it being seven shades of awesome.

Now they have a brew pub that serves resoundingly mediocre food. We started with the beer sampler, and the summer ale was so bad we almost left it on the table after one sip. (Relax, I said "almost.")

Yes Internet, I spent the morning with the space shuttle, the Enola Gay and the Concorde; had beer for lunch; and am still managing to complain about it. What a jerk.

At least the company was fantastic.