Breweries in Asheville

After we spent the morning in the local coffee shop blogging, eating, and indulging in delicious coffee, we met Jordy for adventures in beer. We rode our bikes to the first brewery, French Broad. Named after the street it rests on, French Broad is off the beaten path. With just a small tasting room and a few tables, it was not the typical trendy microbrewery that we have encountered in the past. We ordered a flight and tasted slowly with smacking lips. Decent, for sure. We liked the Rye Hopper the best (we had actually tried it at Barley's), and the 13 Rebels came in second. We chugged a few cups of water each, and rode our bikes the roundabout way to Wedge brewing company.

Wedge was a little more along the lines of the trendy brew house. The outside tables were constructed from old gears and scrap metal from the local metal scrap yard. Inside, the tasting room was a small bar with a window into the tanks full of beer and hops. We enjoyed the belgian wheat beer, and shared a pitcher of it at the end.

Lastly, we trudged uphill to get to Craggie brewing. We rolled up in front of a garage with the door rolled open. A band was setting up and the tasting room was busy. We hurriedly ordered a flight because we felt like we were in the way. After taking a few sips of the first beer, we looked at each other with droopy eyes, as if to say, "I don't know if I can drink any more beer." Had it been fantastic, we may have been able to savor it a little more. And had there not been a noisy electric guitar jam band of middle aged men wearing sunglasses indoors, we may have had the desire to stay and maybe play a little shuffle board. Instead, we got back on the bicycles to seek out a cup of sobering coffee.

The next morning, we packed the car, grabbed an all natural cup of coffee and breakfast burrito, and hit the road for virginia beach.