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Number 96 and the Taste of Karma

You order one up, you drink one down – 96 pints of beer at the bar.

I want to give you some background on number 96. Consider this portion my pre-ramble if you will. Yes, I said pre-ramble, not pre-amble. I make up words. It’s cool though; English is an evolving language. Skip the next couple paragraph though  if such details don’t matter.

Earlier in the day, I had gone to Trader Joe’s and loaded up on like $20 worth of chocolate and made a nice sweet spread for me and my co-workers. It was Friday, I dig chocolate and I totally believe it’s nice to be nice. I was feeling great about my good deed all day. Later that day, I swooned when karma french-kissed me hard – a friend invited me to the Catawba and it was the Catawba Brewery/French Broad Chocolate pairing afternoon – a future post perhaps.

Now, the stage is set – a little too much chocolate, a little too much beer and yet still so thirsty…I wandered around Biltmore Village for a bit. And then, a fancy beacon, a ritzy magnet draws me in.  I pull open the doors of the Bohemian Hotel and make my way to the Red Stag and take a seat at the bar. Now, for those of you that don’t know me, I am a total jeans and t-shirt sort of girl  and that particular day I was in worn out, bleach-stained chucks too. So, while it could be argued that I didn’t quite fit in, I totally did. The staff was super friendly and the early evening patrons were pretty mellow. I dig the dark rich colors of the joint.

Anyway, I ordered a pint of Hi-Wire Brewery‘s Hi-Pitch IPA.  Hmmm, I think I should say here that I’m very partial to Hi-Wire. I love everything they have going on. So, while maybe I should have ventured out and off my IPA kick, I ordered it and, of course, loved it. Big, fat, hoppy taste . Floral, citrusy and lovely but with a sort of smokey undertone. It’s a dream really.

My dream is momentarily disrupted when I’m asked/told to move as they are photographing food displays and I’m like a smiling jack-o-lantern in their shots. No big deal. Hi-Pitch still tastes just as special no matter where I drink it. Karma swoops in for sweet seconds when I sit by a couple here from Florida. She hates beer and he “kind of” likes it. Balance. I help them get the lay of the land here. I yap about places they should check out, stuff they might dig and, as a thank you, they buy me another Hi-Pitch. And yet again, I do think the second one was even more delicious.

About Carmen Ybarra

Carmen Ybarra lives in Asheville. She strings together words, takes photos, and drinks beer. More of her her photos and words can be found here: www.CarmenYbarra.com. More of her imbibing can be found here: untappd.com/user/sweetish