Driving and walking up to this building was awesome. Old parts of Houston got such personality. They usually aren't my scenes, but I DO enjoy seeing those places now and then.
|Saint Arnold, apparently.|
Right when you walk in, the smell of Saint Arnold's beer. I wanna say I was initially hit with the amber smell...
The Beer Hall:
The Beer Hall is what I would imagine those old timey, old English style mess hall, where all of King Aurther's groupies would get hammered drunk after a long day of pillaging. Anyways.
|The five Saint Arnold varieties (and the summer seasonal): Lawnmower, Weedwacker, Brown Ale, Amber Ale (the original), Elissa IPA, Summer Pils, and Root Beer.|
I absolutely loved this part of the visit. The tour started at around 3:30pm, but the taps opened up at 3:00pm. We got there a bit early so we could get tickets, glasses, and tokens. The bar was so simple, but I loved that about it. I like simple design.
|A token gets whatever glass you brought a nearly full poor. This is the free glass.|
This was my first pour up, and I made it a Lawnmower. Considering how motherfucking hot it was, this crisp beer hit the spot, even more so than the actual Summer Pils brew. This beer is always on tap around Houston (if the bar is on its job and carries this local brand), and I never get it. I've always gotten all the darker brews of Saint Arnold's, and was rather surprised how much I liked this. #NewBeer
Next up was the Elissa IPA. I'm real picky about the IPA's I'll drink, and this one was pretty simple to drink, considering. It didn't satisfy quite like the Lawnmower or Summer Pils, but was a harder beer so that made up for it.
The only other beer I got was the Summer Pils, which all those pictures have my face in them, so yeah. The Summer Pils was a more flavorful beer, if that's your thing.
Our tour guide was such a fucking hipster, I really couldn't look past it. I even took this picture (below) of his short ass shorts and THOSE HIPSTER ASS SHOES. Unbearable.
All of the employees seemed ok though...other than this one girl who was being a complete bitch to everyone. Like her fucking job is so hard? Like working in a brewery is something she was forced into and hates. Fuck that bitch for repeatedly trying to fuck my buzz up. That's what happens when your entire workforce are grunge rock fans and hipsters. Douchebags.
I was SHOCKED at the number of Indians on the tour, with beer. There was two of them.
|St. Michael Jackson (Yeah I dunno about this one.)|
|St. Gonzo (or this one)|
|Kegs. Lots and LOTS of kegs.|
My brother didn't use all four of his tokens. Pussy.
I just want to say thank you to my GF for setting this up and treating my brother and I to this. It was a lot of fun, we all had a nice tipsy time. Later at night, we ended up going to Trae's album release party, and that's when this day basically ended as a 12-hour binge.