House made tater tots, tossed with truffle-infused sea salt & served with our own hops ranch, ketchup (Upgrade to Loaded Tots + 3 Boursin, scallion, crispy ham, cheddar cheese sauce).
<img class="wp-image-150 alignleft" src="http://mittenbeergirl free samples of viagra.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/IMG_0092-2-576×1024.jpg” alt=”img_0092-2″ width=”254″ height=”452″ srcset=”http://mittenbeergirl.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/IMG_0092-2-576×1024.jpg 576w, http://mittenbeergirl.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/IMG_0092-2-169×300.jpg 169w, http://mittenbeergirl.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/IMG_0092-2-768×1365.jpg 768w, http://mittenbeergirl.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/IMG_0092-2.jpg 1080w” sizes=”(max-width: 254px) 100vw, 254px” />Pulling in at 2100 (that is 9 pm) on a Wednesday had me surprised as the parking lot was still full. Shortly after getting a table, it became readily apparent that my nursing/paramedic karma must be blessing me. We were in the midst of their Anniversary Party. Browsing that special tap list was like an eight year old being told Santa showed up a month early.
Fortunately, Beama (who manages a golf course/country club) is well versed in her booze even if she doesn’t drink much of it. As mom’s are wont to do, she listed to her child wax poetically about how fortuitous this was while being required to sniff the wonderfulness that is Kentucky Breakfast Stout.
While quickly snapping a photo to send to Beer Mark [one of my best friends, global beer nerd/enthusiast and an all around fabulous human] and contemplating my next small pour selection it dawned on me.
Two years ago, when Gravity first opened, I sat behind that same beer menu overwhelmed. I mean completely overwhelmed. Beer was a new, strange, confusing world composed of words and foreign terms that meant nothing to my healthcare addled brain or vodka drinking palate. I was fortunate enough to be in love with hops by way of Stone IPA but wow. Just wow.