Apropos to nothing about today, I went with Mark to Tanglefoot, a Czech beer brewery in Temple yesterday. The beer list was entitled Pivo. The owner/brewer (Andy) has no employees and does everything himself. He grew up in the Temple area and brewed at and ran Black Star Co-op in Austin for nine years.
Mark knows much more/can tell you more about the beer. There were four: dark lager, amber lager, and two pale lagers with different ABVs. My favorite was the dark Czech lager, and I am comparing it to the ones I had in Prague.
No, I do not think so. We tried to go to one place our local guide recommended on our last night, but it had just closed, and we could not talk our way in. I do not remember the name, but it was not the one you asked about.
Sorry — I should have known that you (and most others here) would know “pivo”. U Fleku is one of the oldest “beer gardens” in Prague and combines a great atmosphere with great beer. And they only serve černé. Sorry you missed it.
Yes, I am too. We had a local guide for three half days, and she steered us to excellent places. I do not remember that one, and I think I would if we had gone there.
I am drinking Blue Moon Weizenbier (the only thing that does not trigger my multivessel coronary vasospasm) while I demo the basement apartment in MD waiting for the game to start. Man, I hate west coast games.
Funny story: I was driving up 99 in the Central Valley in CA (you’d swear you were in Kansas if you did not know any better) and there’s this semi with an open trailer filled to the gills with haybales roaring up the road at like 70mph. Some number of the haybales were on fire and he was trailing a hot mess of smoke and burning hay. In classic Central Valley fashion in Summer, it had not rained in 4+ months and every patch of land that was not irrigated/farmed was golden or brown and tinder dry. I pull up beside the tractor and was going to have my passenger yell to the driver that his hay was on fire but one look at his face told us that he already knew. He motioned forward, suggesting he was trying to get to some specific location. Sure enough, a few minutes later, we pass like 6 firetrucks on the side of the road all unspooling their hoses getting ready for the upcoming “pitstop”. Drivers are told to keep driving until they see the fire brigade then pull over, jump out and run away because, as soon as the truck stops, all the hay ignites pretty dramatically. They don’t close down the road either until the truck gets there for fear of causing a traffic jam and making the truck come to a stop prior to getting to all the firetrucks. All of this was coordinated before cell phones too. Pretty amazing.
Apparently, this is not an uncommon thing in Fresno.
~3-4 years ago I watched ~75 round bales burn at my neighbor’s place…they didn’t let them dry enough before they put them in a row too close together, they spontaneously combusted late in the afternoon. The fire guys came came out and kept the grassfire from spreading, I asked them how much water it would take to put that hay out, he said “fucking Lake Travis”
