Fredericksburg, Texas

Monday, February 6, 2012

Yesterday I did not write a post because we did absolutely nothing.  We stayed in the van most of the day pretending to be vegetables.  We did take a little walk around the lake in the afternoon, but it was short and uneventful.  It’s okay.  We needed a day of rest.

Today we slept a little later than normal, got up and did our morning chores, which took us till noon.  About 1:00 pm, Trina, Barb, and Ben picked us up and we headed for Fredericksburg, Texas, about an hour north of San Antonio.  It is a small German community with some interesting shops and restaurants.  Our timing was not the best.  The restaurants we wanted to visit for our lunch were closed until dinner.  We were hungry so we settled for a little deli and had soup and sandwiches.  It was adequate, but nothing to write home about and so I won’t.

After lunch Barb, Lucy, Trina, and Ben decided to peruse the little shops lining the street.  Now those of you who know me, know that I have a low tolerance for random shopping.  Given a choice of shopping or watching paint dry, I will watch the paint nine times out of ten.  The one time I would choose the shopping is when the paint is hot pink.  I excused myself and went in search of a tall stool and an adult beverage.  I was successful in record time.  Not three blocks down I came upon The Fredericksburg Brewing Co.

Given the name of the place I was not optimistic about getting my beverage of choice, but I decided to give it a try.  I ordered a scotch on the rocks and the bartender looked at me like…well like I was a rabid hot pink paint watcher.  He handed me a little menu with a title on the front.  “Das Bier”.  That and the tolerant smile, reserved I’m sure for less than hip tourist types, led me to believe that the only adult beverage I was likely to get here was bier.  So, trying to look as hip as my age and my girth allowed, I began to read the bier options.  I had no clue what I was reading.  The words were in English, but the meanings were beyond my comprehension.  I finally swallowed what little pride I had managed to retain and called the bartender over.  I explained to him that I was not fond of beer or bier and would he please just tell me what a non-bier hip person might drink.  He pointed out a bier, brewed right behind the bar called “Not So Dumb Blonde Pale Ale”.  I found it on the menu and here is how it was described:

Our lightest ale offering.  Brewed similar to a German style Kolsch, we use Pale Two-Row, Pilsen, Munich, and Wheat malts, with Magnum, Vanguard, and Mt Hood hops. 5.0% ABV.

See what I mean about those words?  I did see the words Mt Hood, which I recognized from my Oregon home. Anyway I ordered one. It was delightful. Now I don’t have the correct terminology to describe the taste, but I was told it was just a light lager,  although I will swear I detected a slight citrus flavor.  Whatever it was, I was pleased enough to have two glasses of the stuff.  Encouraged by my bier experience, I glanced at the bar menu and saw an appetizer called a “Scotch Egg”.


It turned out to be a hardboiled egg wrapped in spicy sausage, covered with bread crumbs and fried.  It was accompanied by cole slaw and a creole hot sweet mustard.  It was wonderful.  And it was the perfect snack to go with the beer, I mean bier.

I sat on my stool at the bar, drank my bier, ate my scotch egg, and did a little writing.  It was an afternoon well spent and thoroughly enjoyed.  And I highly recommend The Fredericksburg Brewing Company. If you enjoy random shopping and bier, you will be in heaven in this little town, but if, like me, you are not fond of either of these things, just let your friends shop while you mosey down to the Fredericksburg Brewing Company and check out the Not So Dumb Blonde, and the Scotch Egg.

Ahhhhh Yes!!!

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1 Response to Fredericksburg, Texas

  1. Therese says:

    I’m spending MUCH too much time reading your blog! What a writer you are, Harv !!!

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