It's not what you think...
Fourex is the drop of choice for Queenslanders, who have taken pride in their local successful beer industry. We decided to drive into Brisbane to take the mid-day brewery tour and thought it would only be appropriate to bring along BJ's younger sister, Tayte, who has an exam on Wednesday. We've already forgotten the concept of studying, clearly. We wandered through the brewery watching the fermenting, labeling, and bottling processes (mass production-style) eager to drink our 4 pots included in the entry ticket. Their machines were interwoven in a myriad of conveyer belts carrying bottles that they called the river of beer. They had a version of their old 3x recipe from the 1800s, which was our favorite brew. 
With a nice buzz in tow, we stopped at the nearby Macca's (shortened Aussie lingo for McDonald's) to have a decadent double cheeseburger meal. We then decided to continue appreciating XXXX beer by stopping at Paddo Tavern (3 pm) to have a jug. Katie got kicked out because she didn't have sufficient identification (the drinking age here is 18...really?) On to the bottle-o as they call it to enjoy free wine tastings without making a purchase. so tacky of us. We did, however, buy a slab of beer at the neighborhood liquor store. No one wanted to carry it a block uphill to the Hampton's house so we opted to borrow a shopping trolley from Woolworth's to drive it home. Lazy Brady had to catch a ride in the cart, which Katie promptly crashed into the curb, spilling it's precious cargo into the middle of the road. Thanks to the last reamining bits of sunlight, we made it home safely...only to enjoy some more Fourex Bitter on the back veranda overlooking the skyline. 
Fourex is the drop of choice for Queenslanders, who have taken pride in their local successful beer industry. We decided to drive into Brisbane to take the mid-day brewery tour and thought it would only be appropriate to bring along BJ's younger sister, Tayte, who has an exam on Wednesday. We've already forgotten the concept of studying, clearly. We wandered through the brewery watching the fermenting, labeling, and bottling processes (mass production-style) eager to drink our 4 pots included in the entry ticket. Their machines were interwoven in a myriad of conveyer belts carrying bottles that they called the river of beer. They had a version of their old 3x recipe from the 1800s, which was our favorite brew. 
With a nice buzz in tow, we stopped at the nearby Macca's (shortened Aussie lingo for McDonald's) to have a decadent double cheeseburger meal. We then decided to continue appreciating XXXX beer by stopping at Paddo Tavern (3 pm) to have a jug. Katie got kicked out because she didn't have sufficient identification (the drinking age here is 18...really?) On to the bottle-o as they call it to enjoy free wine tastings without making a purchase. so tacky of us. We did, however, buy a slab of beer at the neighborhood liquor store. No one wanted to carry it a block uphill to the Hampton's house so we opted to borrow a shopping trolley from Woolworth's to drive it home. Lazy Brady had to catch a ride in the cart, which Katie promptly crashed into the curb, spilling it's precious cargo into the middle of the road. Thanks to the last reamining bits of sunlight, we made it home safely...only to enjoy some more Fourex Bitter on the back veranda overlooking the skyline. 
3 comments:
Slab of beer? Must be Aussie for a case? Where was your designated "cart" driver.
What is the wine like? Have you gone to any of the vinyards?
Carole
All I have to say is at least your were not riding a camel .... you could have been seriously injuried.
Miss you guys
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