Saturday Night Tasting Roll – who knew that this was a thing in Vancouver? Not moi. But when the five of us decided to ride our bikes around town to check out the micro-breweries popping up all over the place, we were part of a growing trend. Each place we stopped at had cyclists galore chugging down tasters, flights, pints, glasses of brew. However, we were the only group with awesome tunes blasting out as we were riding, courtesy of Ty and his jambone jambox speaker (the red box in Ty’s bike basket below).
First stop on the route along the Adanac Bikeway was Off the Rail, a tiny second floor place with a few tables and a separate lounge (not yet licenced).
The barkeep lined up a flight of ten shot glasses, samples of each of their products on tap that day, arranged in order of strength, from the lightest pilsner to darker, hoppier blends.
As you can see, our group had no difficulty polishing off the small glasses.
At Parallel 49 the Caribbean food track was parked out from, great news for some of our group who sampled the goodies on hand.
Unfortunately, there was no room at this particular inn; the place was at capacity so we decided to roll onwards, down towards the docks.
Next up, not on our original list because I did not know about it, was the Odd Society, Makers of Fine Spirits, on Powell Street, which we spotted as we were about to ride by. We rolled in to their tasting room and sampled a jug of one of their specialty gin drinks, as well as a vodka martini.
After consuming lavender flavoured gin, we headed along Powell, past the BC Sugar Refinery, and down along the lower road to the Vancouver Urban Winery in the Settlement Building just off Main Street.
This place was also full, but had stand-up room at the bar, where we proceeded to install ourselves, sampling some very tasty appetisers, and a few pints of their brewed-on-site beer.
Nearby a group of women were checking out the wine flights.
Just outside the front door, collapsed on the Winery’s sign, was an inebriated young man, one of the people riding bikes that we’d seen at an earlier stop, suffering from a combination of heat, exhaustion, and too many flights, no doubt.
Next up was going to be Salt in Blood Alley, but they had no bike parking so we hit Bitter on Hastings instead.
This place is right next door to a fenced-in parking lot and had plenty of parking for the steeds, which we were allowed to bring in through the room. We sampled a few goodies under the watchful idea of Rodney Graham on the wall behind.
Good times! See a few more photos here.