Saturday night we went out to Barley's Ale House, which I've written about before in Barley's Ale House No. 2 and here, in Robert Burns Dinner in Review. Keep reading as it amuses you to do so.
|Barley's Ale House|
Sadly, the dry hopped beer at Barley's was my downfall. I've always had an odd reaction to beer, and as I took up the hobby of visiting microbreweries and enjoying the exotic beers they produce, my reaction got worse. I ignored it, right up until that fateful evening at Barley's when I drank a glass and a half of outstanding dry hopped beer and became deathly ill. I have an allergy to hops.
My professional beer research tour was canceled amidst much wailing and gnashing of teeth. All three members of my fan club went on the water wagon for most of an entire evening by way of protest. Despite numerous consultations with pharmacological students everywhere in Sylvania, Medical science has not come up with a cure. I was, and still am, depressed. It took three Manhattans to cheer me up enough to begin searching for some sort of solution that did not involve a trip to Tibet and a fifty year consultation with an incredibly aged monk living in a hut some 30,000 feet above civilization.
Fortunately for me, Big Mike had a solution. Cider.
I'm very happy to report that the beef brisket is as good as I remember it. The service is good as well. I didn't get the name of our server, but the server's timing was perfect and we never had to wait to get our glasses refilled.
|Manhattan Rye, Straight Up|
Sadly we either missed the Robert Burns supper this year or Barley's didn't have it. Well, there's always next year, but I'm not going to wait that long. I'm headed down to Columbus again next month and get some of that cider.