Oh, man, I’m hooked on the brewery. We checked out Mount Dora Brewing a couple of weeks ago, and now we can’t stop going. It’s become a weekly thing for me, to the point that I look forward to Friday because it is Beer Day. I seriously have so much love for this place. The home-brewed beer is excellent – I usually drink a Beauclaire Blond or two, but I also really like the Pistolville Porter, which is weird because I’m not really a dark beer drinker. They also do up a sampler platter of beers – six little mini-glasses of beer – if you can’t make up your mind.
So there’s beer. And there’s food. And it’s GOOD. Sammiches and burgers and salads and such, and if you like mozzarella sticks get the fried cheese. These are not puny little sticks, these are slabs of mozzarella deep fried – a heart attack on a plate. When I’m at work on Friday afternoon, sometimes the only thing getting me through the day is the thought of cheese sticks and beer.
And there’s music! The first couple of times we went there was acoustic music, usually of the “guy with a guitar” genre, though it’s not unusual for a friend to strap on a second guitar and join in. Last night, though. LAST NIGHT was the house band, The Brewery Boys. A full out rockin’ band, playing oldies and swing and oh my God was it a great time.
Now I’m up early this morning. We have a few errands to run today, and hopefully are going to catch a movie tonight. My nails desperately need attention, so I scheduled a mani-pedi for 10:00 a.m. at PureAveda. Which is why I’m currently staring at the computer screen through bleary eyes and reaching for a second cup of coffee.
Aren’t small towns supposed to be sleepy and slow-moving, and boring because there’s nothing to do? Yeah. Not so much.
