Delicious Dogtoberfest in hand, minds reeling from the influx of nacho-induced euphoric compounds we did a quick lap around the many cowboy hat sporting chili chefs in their back alley tents as well as through the Gonzofest music tent before settling on a mysterious line entering the brewery. What would we find at the end of this line? A brewery tour? A keg filled with water? A guy-from-Hootie and the Blowfish-band mailing list signup sheet? Actually the line just dead ended at the bar of the tap room. Annoyance at another silly line we really didn’t have to wait in was balanced by the fact that now we just needed to wrestle through a scene remisiscent of the reptilian bar bloodbath (now immortalized by Ralph Steadman’s painting mounted above Flying Dog’s bar) to get at one of the 17! taps. That included an Imperial Porter on nitro and the Snake Dog IPA on Cask!
Truely, the tap room was the place to be.
Tags: Flying Dog, Frederick, Gonzofest, Hunter S. Thompson




