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A beer after work on a Friday night? Don’t mind if I do.

I popped into Sapwood Cellars yesterday for the first time. At five thirty, it was hopping. There was a food truck out front, which seems to be the trend in local brew places these days.

I’m embarrassed to say that I don’t remember the name of the beer I had other than that it was the first one in the list and it was a pale ale. It was delicious, far too easy to drink. If I hadn’t already had subsequent plans with my spouse, I could have spent several more rounds in the company of such good beer and my even more excellent fellow-teachers.

Sapwood Cellars is on Route 108. Sort of. It’s is a building that’s behind the building that fronts to 108. And it isn’t actually a cellar, either. ( I think that’s artistic license.) It looks like they’re having some kind of anniversary party today,

Do you have a local micro-brewery that you favor? What do you like and why? We seem to be having a boom of sorts in Howard County. If only my tolerance for processing alcohol these days was up for the challenge. Aging ain’t for sissies.

A footnote of sorts. The same day I posted about that long-ago wish list for Columbia, Baltimore Business Journal put out a piece announcing a deal to bring grocer Lidl to the Mall in Columbia. That wasn’t anywhere on my list, but I like it. The news prompted a friend to post:

When this happens, I will have 14 grocery stores that I can drive to in under 10 minutes.

 And that made me think: Race? Competition? Reality Show?

Kind of gives a whole meaning to the concept of Supermarket Sweep.

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