So now…where were we? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh…okay. “Westley and Buttercup raced along the ravine floor.”
No, no. That’s not it. I was working at LaGuardia Airport in Queens and decided I could hit one brewery on a free night. I met a guy at the first brewery that wasn’t going to have any of that and started acting as my personal beer sherpa in Long Island City. We went together to a second brewery and had a grand old time. But the evening wasn’t over yet. There was one more brewery within walking distance in Long Island City that I had to see. Big Alice wasn’t big and Rockaway Brewing wasn’t in Rockaway. Would this be a similarly oddly named brewery? Nope. I was in for a third completely and utterly different style of brewery in the same city. But LIC Beer Project (Long Island City, LIC, get it?) was definitely in Long Island City and didn’t really have any juxtapositions from it’s name going on.
The best way I can describe LIC Beer Project is “ultra”. Ultra-hip, ultra-modern, ultra-sleek, ultra-polished, ultra-etc. Even the naming convention of calling themselves a beer project rather than a brewery spoke to the “ultra” feel of the place. LIC had a feel like nothing else in a town with at least 2 other breweries.
Final stop of the night. Long Island City Brewing. So many breweries in one night. #theta360 – Spherical Image – RICOH THETA
The only thing I could find that they had in common with another brewery in the area was the love of graffiti that I had also seen at Rockaway Brewing.
But, once again, the “ultra” feel of LIC comes to light in that they take the love of graffiti and ramp it up such that the graffiti art permeates almost all of their can designs.
Speaking of cans… I was able able to score 2 containers at LIC. The first was a bottle that I was drawn to strictly because of the name. I was an exchange student in Spain my last year of high school, so I have a love of all things related to Spanish culture. So a beer called Dulcinea was something I definitely had to have. The second beer was an IPA. I’m not usually that into IPAs, but the person behind the bar was excited to hear about my collection and offered to sell me a rare can that she had been squirreling away. How can I resist a rare can. To their credit, it was a really good IPA and I enjoyed it quite a bit.
So, the evening has been very productive, and somewhere along the way I lost my beer sherpa Jared. Now, I’m really tired and know I’m going to have to pay the price at work the next day as I have to get us super early. But I head back to the hotel knowing I’ve made the absolute most out of my trip.