On a sunny Thursday afternoon, after setting up our cozy tent on the lake, I ordered a flight at Bemidji Brewing. The taproom is just a few blocks from my ol’ pal, Paul Bunyan. Its high ceilings, open floor plan, and live edge wood features create the tasteful aura one expects from a brewery “up north”.
I boldly ordered a flight of every beer on tap, which proved to be a good and inebriating decision. My favorite of the solid lineup was the Vertical Pale Ale (4.4% ABV, 35 IBU). The brew features local malt and an English yeast that complements its backbone. The brewery describes it as “zippy, lemony, and vibrant.”
My beertender—a younger guy with the appropriate level of crunchiness given his occupation and location—asked his coworkers to help offer advice. All agreed, “Don’t sweat the small stuff.”
It’s easy for me to follow that advice when I’m on PTO, drinking in the woods with my boyfriend. But what does it look like to listen to my north woods bartender’s wisdom when I’m back in the world of one-way streets and rent checks? I think it starts with treating myself to the guac on the burrito bowl I’m currently eating.