It was the last day of the tour…the last town left to hit was Santa Rosa and the only thing on my mind? Russian River Brewery! I first learned of this exclusive brewery through the homie Chuy Tovar and his craft beer way of life. I immediately became a fellow fan after tasting Pliny the Younger for the first time a few months ago when they had 13 of their kegs on tap at The Surly Goat bar.
I had hyped up the band about Russian River and we all agreed to roll in to Santa Rosa a little bit earlier to hit up the celebrated Russian River pub. But those plans didn’t stand a chance when pinned up against going to San Francisco for a picnic lunch. So, we ended up doing that instead. For dessert, we had some tasty homemade coconut, ginger, orange zest truly special truffle sold by a roaming vendor. I forgot how much I loved San Francisco.
We arrived to the venue with just half an hour to spare before they played their set. “You have arrived at your destination on the right” said my ghetto PCS Blackberriy’s GPS system. Trip out! The venue was just a block away from the brewery!!!!!!!!!!! It was shitfaced destiny.
The bar was cracking for a Sunday night. It had the feel of a saloon or something, with wooden framed signs all around the place and a classic rock band playing inside. I don’t know if it was chocolate kicking in or the three beers I had earlier but I swear everyone can could tell that my friend Carlos and I were not locals. We were probably the youngest guy’s there, not to mention the only latino’s too. But it didn’t matter, I was there for the beer and was not going to let any paranoia kill it!
Sooner than I knew it, I ordered some Consecration, their sour brown ale aged in Pinot Noir barrels that goes for $15.99 a bottle at our dear Ramirez Liquor in Boyle Height’s. Here, a chilled tumbler filled with sour stuff went for $7.
The first glass of the hefty 10.00 ABV brew went down my throat too easily, but what can I say, I was a giddy fan girl for it and was looking forward to it since Friday morning. We went out into the patio to sip our second glass while enjoying the cool Santa Rosa dusk.
Shortly after downing my second glass, I was made aware of the pub’s sampler set for $12. DUH! Oh well, never too late for a sampler right?
Now the problem with blogging about beer, I have no recollection of it! haha. Well, aside from the tasty Sanctification, the pub’s sour ale brewed with 100% wild Brettanomyces yeast! And the Redemption ale, only because Carlos called it a “blondie”.
My open-minded friend Carlos really liked the beer, enough so that he bought two growlers full of ’em to take back home. Now, I don’t really remember much after that last flight of beer. But I must of had a good time as I somehow magically woke up back in my own bed by 9 AM the next morning?