Showing posts with label beer house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beer house. Show all posts

Monday, March 23, 2026

To The Grocery

Jay and I agreed to go grocery shopping about 2 p.m. on Sunday. After a few minutes on the road, he suggested that we should travel elsewhere, possibly to a beerhouse outside the city limits.

While he was behind the wheel, I looked for a beerhouse that we haven't gone to. The unanimous choice was the Prospect Point Brewery

Here!

Sabor de Cuba food truck was there. That's just great! We've been to their restaurant in the downtown a few times already, and their food tastes closer to Filipino cuisine, in my opinion. 


We ordered the empanadas (one of each) and the Cuban sandwich. 

For our drinks, I had the hard seltzer mango slushies. Jay would always order what's on tap, whose name I forgot.

It was all perfect, from the weather to my drink down to our food. 

I can't wait to come back one of these days, maybe in the evening with some friends. It would also be perfect if we could reserve seating with a fire pit. 

Oh, about the grocery?

We checked that one after a quick stop at Sierra and then at the thrift store. 

Wednesday, March 11, 2026

Beer House

I just arrived at the grocery store from mailing sold items from my online vintage shop at the post office. I swung there to buy some butter and dairy when Jay called me and told me that he had just left the office.

5:22 p.m., and it was still bright outside when he got in on Monday. So we decided to go somewhere for drinks—maybe in downtown. 

"To the beer house!!!"

He took me to hang out at Olde Mother Brewing Co.—a brewery in the downtown located across a fire station.

He got me a strawberry margarita, and I didn't remember what he had. 

Thankfully, the place wasn't mobbed, unlike on Fridays and weekends. 


There's a Backsplash Burger inside this place. There, "She's My Cherry Burger" is my favorite. I am salivating just thinking about it. 

FYI, back in my youth, a beer house was a dimly lit, low-end, somewhat shady drinking place where men paid women to sing, dance, or sit on their laps. 

I'm not sure if they still use that term to signify something other than what it literally means, but I use the term "beer house" to refer to a brewery.