The Australian came to Baltimore for Artscape, but the energy at the festival wasn't flowing for me (perhaps because the rest of my world is still kind of spinning). So we went to the Brewer's Art at his friend's recommendation, and ordered a Nora. It came out in a wine bottle, so we shared. I'm typically not a beer drinker, despite my phase in Philadelphia as a brewer. But this beer was delicious, hoppy but not overly so, and spiced with a surprising, but not at all overpowering, sweetness. My affinity for this beer has nothing to do with its name. I swear.
And then, to my sheer embarrassment, we joined up with some of my dear friends and went to... THE OWL BAR for dinner. What the heck was I thinking, returning to the two-time banned establishment? But I was too taken with the night and my companion to remember how awful dinner was before, and, the errors of this dinner slipped my attention this time. Distracted, completely so. The only way to enjoy the Owl Bar, and, perhaps, the best way, always, to enjoy everything else.
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