I like to call it the “Disneyland for Adults.”
When you first drive into Sierra Nevada, you feel like you’re driving into a vast private estate on the long windy road that leads up to the grand brewery itself. Eventually you’ll come upon the large parking lot - which is home to their “Tailgate Market”every Tuesday beginning in May, that features local goods and produce.
Do not ever leave your doggies in the car on a hot day, if you do - I will find out where you live and haunt you in a perturbing and ghastly manner for all of eternity.
I wanted to go in but the sign said “beers welcome”, so I wasn’t quite sure if humans were welcome too - but didn’t want to risk it and then catch a charge because I wasn’t an IPA.
Instead I stood outside and took a picture from afar, hoping that next time they wouldn’t be segregating based on IBU content.
After much contemplation - my brothers girlfriend asked if the “blubber (in the dessert) was hot.” My brother (who was reading the menu), reported that “the blubber was (in fact) chilled”. (Side note; as popular as dolphin hunting is in Japan; we do *not* condone eating cetacea and thoroughly enjoyed all three seasons of Flipper.)