I’m taking another detour from the usual route of this web log in order to write about beer. No complaints, right? Didn’t think so.
I drove down to Roseburg on Friday afternoon. I chose my hotel based largely on its proximity to Roseburg’s lone brewery, Two Shy Brewing. It was a short walk, pushing the stroller containing my designated driver, Victoria Valentina. I’ve introduced V.V. before, haven’t I?
The brewery doesn’t inspire optimism at first glance. That, of course, only served to give me hope. I’m a contrary sort, what can I tell you? The brewery sits in a rundown lot by the railroad tracks, at the end of a short road terminating at a chainlink fence. I saw a couple of motorcycles parked outside. Cinder blocks. Industrial size wooden spool tables.