Peter (pmbuko), Ray (ray3) and I had a great time Saturday night at Peter's favorite beer bar, Churchkey. Ray is visiting his daughter in northern Virginia, so we took the opportunity for further Axiom fellowship.
We met at the Franconia-Springfield Metro station at 5 pm and rode the train into DC. We then survived the half-mile walk, in record high temperatures, to the watering hole - further evidence that Ray's cardiac stent is fully functional.
The bar is on the second floor, over its sister restaurant, Birch and Barley. The long flight of stairs was challenging both up (heat) and down (drink). We got there early enough to be seated right away, and the eating and drinking began forthwith. I think we finally got comfortable, as far as temperature goes, after fifteen minutes or so.Here's
the two page .pdf of the fancy-shcmancy draft list. From what I can recall (10% beers have an amazing effect on the memory), here's what we tried.
Brainless on Cherries (all 3 of us)
Brandy Barrel Grand Cru (Ray and J.P.)
Bourbon Barrel Grand Cru (Ray and J.P. x 2 each - favored over the Brandy Barrel)
Peg Leg (Peter)
Edmund Fitgerald (J.P.)
Walker's Reserve (J.P.)
I'll need Ray and Peter to chime in for completeness. I know that Ray had one that was recommended to him by Kathleen - our server before Ray scared her off and she was replaced by the more humorless Kevin - as similar to his beloved Heineken.
We had a great time, enjoying flatbreads, sandwiches, and a quesadilla. We discussed family, work (not too much), our athletic careers, retirement, and life in general, with a little bit of politics and audio thrown in for good measure. We did not quite get around to solving all of the world's problems, but I think we put a dent in them.
Ray had a habit of entending the conversation to the surrounding tables, allowing them to join in on our fun. We discovered that the tall guy behind Ray was 6'8" and that the young couple to Ray's left was really glad that he had saved them that table for hours. However, they didn't pick up our tab or even buy us a round. Go figure.
We finished up with blueberry and peach cobblers. On the Metro back to our cars, Ray got a hankering for bread pudding. Peter worked his smartphone and found a place that they headed off to. I, being full of cobbler (one of which was free, thanks to multiple food servers rotating through), bid them adieu.