Henry and I met Amy and Dick at Coven Brewing for our March Brewery Meet-Up. For as much as I had been enjoying trying new beers after discovering that I actually like beer now, I recently decided that I will only drink in social settings now because if there is one thing about me, it’s that I will go ALL IN when I like something and I was actually afraid that I was on the path to addiction. Yes, I know that it was mostly excitement but when I was finding myself eager to log off work so I could try a new beer in the fridge…well. To me, that’s a prob. So now, it’s weekends only AND it has to be if we’re going out with friends. Not just me and Henry sitting at home watching Kpop content and drinking.

(I think a lot of this is also akin to a midlife crisis, if we’re being honest with each other, Peggy.)

All of this is to say, I was looking forward to not only seeing Amy & Dick, but also having my first beer in over a week.

There were only two other patrons there when we arrived, which was good because that joint is TINY.

I don’t have much to say about this place. The vibe itself was fine, but I am an IPA snob now and I was not wowed by any of their offerings. I did have a strawberry & peanut butter sour that was rather delightful though, and then I let Amy talk me into the stout (porter? I never know) that tasted like thick, syrupy alcoholic coffee. I actually liked it but there is no way I could ever imbibe a full serving of that sludge. I should have stopped after my one IPA and sour (they were all in those glasses above – Coven doesn’t do flights but you can get tiny glasses which seemed like they were the same size you’d get with a flight), but I ended up also having that stout and something else- a lager or something. I just get so excited to hang out with Amy that I don’t pay attention to what I’m doing and end up going overboard. :/

A large group of bronzered women came in, looking like they missed the exit to Nashville, and the vibe was immediately turned on its end. I don’t know if it was a bachelorette thing or what but they were rowdy and 100% not my type of peeps. They did simmer down after a bit, or maybe my ears had just acclimated to the noise pollution, but when Amy asked if we wanted to get another round there, I suggested that we abandon ship and go down the street to Lolev.

OK not to toot my own horn, but what a great suggestion by yours truly! This place is a gem! Much larger yet somehow more welcoming, it wasn’t too crowded but the people were there all had their dogs in tow and I just felt immediate happiness. The girl behind the bar was super friendly and I had no ordering anxiety except that I thought a half-pour was going to be way smaller than it actually was and we’ll just say your girl was already halfway to wasted and Lolev easily carried me over the finish line.

But can we just talk about the MATCHA LAGER I got??

It was called IROH and for someone who loves matcha like I do, this was a great beer. It was so refreshing and the matcha somehow blended perfectly with the beer taste. I don’t understand it but I loved it. Amy also got it and loved it!

I also got the PRISCUS which is a double IPA – much better than the ones I had at Coven!

Sorry, Coven. I didn’t HATE you, but I just never want to drink your beers again.

I think this was the EPOQ which is a Flanders Red and I reallllly liked this one but in full transparency, Papa H should have cut me off way before this because I was fucking trashed.

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT BEER THIS WAS?! I think I took this for Untapped.

I mean just look at me, someone take me home and put me to bed…

…which is exactly what happened after we left – got home around 6pm and passed out in my bed until 10:30, waking up once to puke. \I came downstairs and posted on Instagram only to see that I had already posted the same pictures on Instagram hours before and DO NOT REMEMBER THAT HAPPENING. Presumably in the car on  the way home!? It was at that point that I started to question my life choices, lol. Ugh, this was all too much for a Sunday, you guys. At the time of this writing, I have actually just returned home from another social outing but I limited myself to ONE BEER and guess who is stil fully functional and able to enjoy the rest of her Saturday evening? Your girl Mrs. G-Dragon, that’s who.

Oh, I forgot that we also staggered into Butterwood across the street for some on-the-road baked goods which I don’t even remember eating in the car.

Also, I said on the way there that I wasn’t going to talk about G-Dragon and then I talked about G-Dragon, lol. I can’t be silenced.

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