After that
"Craft Beer Finder" experience, I thought I would let all you in on a little secret that has nestled itself in comfortably in my shitty-ass neighborhood:
Saraveza. Now that I have my fancy-pants new iPhone, I don't look like a fucking dumbass tourist taking pictures all over the place so I feel more comfortable on these sorts of outings. I went to
Saraveza for lunch today since I spent the morning at a fucking 'babyzone' with a bunch of douchebag parents so I deserved a lunch beer. Let's begin:
Saraveza's exterior is totally unassuming. You can hardly tell that they are purveyors of beer. They also have an a-frame they usually put out front but I got there so early this morning they had not had time to put it out yet.
The place is relatively small but there is ample room at the bar which is nice. Their tap list is a row of rectangular chalkboards. Why? Because they change so fucking much, dumbass! While perusing the menu I decided to partake in an adult beverage. I chose the
Ninkasi ESB and it was fucking killer. While my daughter ran around the place screaming and breaking shit, I checked out the coolers.
This is their Belgian and 22oz micro case. They have a wicked selection of imported beer and most of it is shit you never see anywhere else. I usually just pick out the imported beer on my own (since you know if they are stocking it that it has to be pretty fucking good) but sometimes I enlist the help of the super friendly staff. They don't blow smoke up your ass and if they don't know they will say just that: "I don't know."
This is their 12oz/six-pack cooler. They have some real gems in here but at this place (in both coolers) you have to watch what you buy. If you can find it somewhere else, guaranteed it will be cheaper there. This place is pretty hefty on the pricing so I only purchase shit I know I can't find in other places.
Ah! My sausages have arrived. They are made in house and are the fucking shit! You can't beat a sausage lunch with a fine ESB and bottle shopping on the side. God I love this city. Patronize it.
Saraveza's exterior is totally unassuming. You can hardly tell that they are purveyors of beer. They also have an a-frame they usually put out front but I got there so early this morning they had not had time to put it out yet.
The place is relatively small but there is ample room at the bar which is nice. Their tap list is a row of rectangular chalkboards. Why? Because they change so fucking much, dumbass! While perusing the menu I decided to partake in an adult beverage. I chose the Ninkasi ESB and it was fucking killer. While my daughter ran around the place screaming and breaking shit, I checked out the coolers.
This is their Belgian and 22oz micro case. They have a wicked selection of imported beer and most of it is shit you never see anywhere else. I usually just pick out the imported beer on my own (since you know if they are stocking it that it has to be pretty fucking good) but sometimes I enlist the help of the super friendly staff. They don't blow smoke up your ass and if they don't know they will say just that: "I don't know."
This is their 12oz/six-pack cooler. They have some real gems in here but at this place (in both coolers) you have to watch what you buy. If you can find it somewhere else, guaranteed it will be cheaper there. This place is pretty hefty on the pricing so I only purchase shit I know I can't find in other places.
Ah! My sausages have arrived. They are made in house and are the fucking shit! You can't beat a sausage lunch with a fine ESB and bottle shopping on the side. God I love this city. Patronize it.
8 comments:
Cool spot, I want to be there now. Hey Asshole, you fuck around with the hard shit too? I love me some single malt scotch on cold windy nights, and like gin and tonics over summer. And long walks on the beach, if any of you ladies reading gave a shit.
The place is totally rad! Also if you give a shit they have fucking NFL sunday ticket!!!! They are loser Packers fans so that is why. I am going to have to go there to watch my Redskins win the super bowl next year. I do enjoy the hard stuff like no one's business. I probably drink more bourbon and absinthe (yes, the "real" shit) than beer. I posted this a while back in the comments:
"My Favorite Bourbons -
Shitty: Jim Beam
Mediocre: Maker's Mark, Knob Creek, Wild Turkey 101
Excellent: Booker's, Baker's, Blanton's, Woodford's Reserve, Rip Van Winkle."
Also while you are in the neighborhood you should check out the "Red Fox" bar. My buddies own it. Cool little spot.
Sad I've never tasted any in the excellent column. Take some pics of the Red Fox next time you're in there so the out of towners know what they're missing!
Dude...it is ALL about the 'excellent column.'
I will! Dumbass out of towners...at this point I think more people from outside of Portland read this shit and people in town. Damn internet.
I should be like a liaison to the Tourism board for visiting drunks.
"Saraveza's exterior is totally unassuming. You can hardly tell that they are purveyors of beer."
Wouldn't the gigantic B E E R letters in the window tip off even the most clueless?
Anyway we don't have any place like that around here. Maybe down in Miami somewhere but I live near strip mall hell.
Look at you Mr. Fancypants all takin' pictures outside of your house!
Did they really have to lay the sausage on top of each other like that? I bet the cook paints his toenails and wears panties.
Nice place. I alway thought pasties were those things chicks put on their nipples so they can pretend that they're not naked.
Makers Mark is a staple at my house but Bookers is the shit!
I was being sarcastic, duh! The B-E-E-R in the windows is relatively new...I was just poking fun at them.
They do have to place them like that! Otherwise it would not be sexually suggestive. I mean, come on, it is a sausage plate.
You mean nipple tassels? Those are hot. Maker's is my regular drink (on the rocks of course!) but to be honest I actually enjoy the flavor of Baker's to Booker's (they are both part of the Jim Beam small batch collection) and Baker's is about $10 cheaper a fifth.
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