|Yes, she gave me the tongue.|
Just before Tucson, it's hard to miss an interesting-sounding roadside attraction: Rooster Cogburn's Ostrich Ranch. We had seen it on some TV program or another, and planned to stop. Decked out in our favorite tourist t-shirts, we were ready to, well, do some silly tourist stuff. We ended up having a blast--who knew that feeding goats out of your mouth and getting pecked by gigantic African birds was so much fun?
On to Tucson, we met my friend at a campus pizza spot called Zachary's for some very tasty deep dish pizza. The place is a dive, but the pizza is as good as the beer selection. After a quick visit to my friend's lab, we headed to his place to blow off some exam steam with several games of Beirut (not Beer Pong).
Saturday started with a burger from Lindy's on 4th, which had been featured on Man v. Food. Unfortunately, they were rather underwhelming. The burger itself was not seasoned at all, and the toppings didn't make up for it. After a couple more drinks downtown, we headed to Nimbus Brewing Company to taste some Arizona beer. Nimbus did not disappoint, the Old Monkeyshine is a very nice, malty quaff.
|This God is an awesome God|
A bit more eating and drinking later, we found God. Not the deity, the crazy owner of a an even crazier bar, The Meet Rack. God--his legal name--sits at the bar under a huge amount of bras suspended from the ceiling, regaling all comers with dirty jokes. Ask for the tour, and you will get to see the bondage room, hear tales of God's unsuccessful mayoral campaigns, and see the greatest thing of all. The women's restroom has a condom machine. Buy one, and an alarm rings in the bar, and all patrons will greet you with cries of, "Slut!" It was truly a bizarre spot; on the patio a woman was in a conversation with two men about her husband's orgasms, the bartender was shirtless on the bar giving body shots. Have enough to drink, and you might take God up on this offer: get a brand of his face and receive fifty cents off of all drinks for life.
Three-day weekends are all too fast, and Sunday meant the road back to San Diego. Before hitting the road, we had to try the famous Sonoran hot dog. How can you possibly go wrong with a bacon-wrapped hot dog? You can't, and these were every bit as good as you can imaging. Perfect fuel for a six plus hour drive.
We made great time back to California, so we managed two more brewery stops. Alpine Beer Company is a tiny place in a tiny town, but they make excellent beer. Their amazing Exponential Hoppiness has been selling on Ebay at a huge markup, prompting the owner to stop selling growlers and bottles. I had the duet and enjoyed it immensely, crisp and not overly hopped, it would be a good summer brew. Final stop was the city-subsidized El Cajon Brewing Company. The beer was good, not great, but the facility is amazing. Amazing what you can do with a boatload of redevelopment money.
Altogether a great trip. Good weather, good friends, and good beer. What more can you ask for?