So, Here We Are. Drinking In York.

The Mickelbar Gate  (medieval gate) at York

The small medieval town of York was founded by the Romans about 71 AD.  Holy crap that's old!

It's a small town (relative to London), but it is frightfully deceiving!  While you think it's all about the sacking, it's really about wonderful funny and friendly people who happen to be brewing really good beer.  We found the York Brewery, and the rest of the day is history.

Let me back up.  We started the day with a lovely ride on the Brit National Rail into York.  The train was quick, clean, and the perfect way to travel.  With one exception: I had to lug my bags myself...and I have some really big bags.  Oh, well,,,I packed 'em, I carry 'em.  Once in York, we took a cab to the hotel and found our room wasn't quite ready.  No worries!  We'll check the bags and head for town.  Joe found the brewery on google maps, and we headed toward it.

When we walked in, there was no one in the tap room.  We immediately made friends with the barkeep. They were more than happy to tell us about the beer.  They had six beers on tap, and we quickly assured them we would be trying them all.

These were the first four...

A couple of locals ducked in, and we started up a conversation with them (love you Dale and Jim!).  The next thing we know the barkeepers (Jack and Gordon) are sharing a small batch whiskey they made from one of the beer's wort.  OMG!  And then they personally escorted us downstairs to Brigantes...a restaurant that had at least 20 additional pulls...we were treated like royalty.  Good food, good service, good folks, and good beer!  What a great night.  

The sausage of the day!

Our new friends, Gordon and Jack, pulled out a map of York and circled for us the six best breweries/brew pubs we should visit.  I guess that's what we'll be doing tomorrow!!

How I love England!