On brew days, the wonderful aroma of boiling wort occasionally escapes the brewhouse and meanders through the dining room. I am usually so used to it that I don't think much about it.
One day, Chef Ron and I were having a spirited discussion on both sides of the brewhouse door. Our conversation was interrupted by a customer's request that we close the door. Apparently, not everyone is as enthralled with the brewery's "perfume" as I.
There is a saving grace. On a number of occasions, a server will pop her head into the brewhouse, inhale deeply, and smile.
Who goes to a brew pub that doesn't like or at least tolerate the smell of boiling wort and hops?
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