free beer!

We didn't hike this past Saturday so H did a 2-hour morning ride and I dragged B around Dimple Dell for over an hour.  It really is almost resistance training for me, taking the dog for a walk in the summertime: as soon as she's taken care of business she doesn't want to walk anymore as it is Too Hot, and she dawdles and lollygags and drags her feet until I'm basically towing her.  It's fun, really.

Towards the middle of the day we decided to head up to SLC as our calendar informed us that it was "British Field Day" at Liberty Park, a vintage car and motorcycle show.  It's been hot out here - middle to upper 90s (and then some) - and at the park it was not only hot but also humid (probably around 20% but still).  We were definitely sweating as we wandered through the park, looking at Triumph and Morgan motorcycles, adorable original Minis, sleek Jaguars, Austin-Healeys (but no Astin-Martins) and big, butch Land Rovers.  It's funny that all the cars looked like they only got taken out of the garage once or twice a year, but the Land Rovers were clearly used on a regular basis.

The next stop was the Beerhive Pub (128 S. Main St.).  This bar is within walking distance of my work and apparently it's the pub of choice for the firm's younger non-Mormon lawyers.  Although it looked closed from the outside - downtown SLC is a ghost town on a hot Saturday afternoon - there were several people set up at the long bar, and several more came in while we were there.  I couldn't find a link to the Beerhive's web site (if any), which is a shame because they've got a LOT of beers.  Easily fifteen on tap ($4/pint), mostly local Utah brews, and then lots and lots and lots in bottles, some esoteric, some high alcohol, many expensive. 

Staying true to ourselves, H had a Full Suspension and I had a Moab Dead Horse ale.  The best part about the Beerhive is the ice bar: a strip of ice that runs the length of the bar so you can keep your drink cold.  The weirdest part: the bartender we had.  Dude was a little manic - friendly enough but jittering all over the place.  On the plus side, he didn't charge us for two of the beers we had.  Whether that was by accident or on purpose we couldn't tell, but since that hasn't happened to us since we left our regular brewpub in Maine ... well, gift horse/mouth.  When that happens, you tip big and feel grateful.

Correction:  H has reminded me that the manic bartender did, in fact, tell us that he'd give H his beers for free as the Full Suspension keg was almost out and he was trying to use up a pitcher of the stuff.  So we're not totally opportunistic freeloaders.  And we still left a big tip.