Wynwood Brewing had much more reasonably sized flights; when I mentioned to the girl behind the counter that the flight at the Abbey had been mammoth, she said, “Yeah, they think if you don’t leave drunk, they’ve failed.” That does explain a lot.
This is the only photo I took inside of Wynwood Brewing, but I spent quite a while here. I had intended to sample some beers, head out for a relatively early dinner, and then walk back to the downtown area before it got too late (I had heard that the area around Wynwood was not great for walking around late at night). But just as I was thinking about wrapping things up, they announced that they were going to start trivia night. I hadn’t done bar trivia in ages, and I thought it would be fun, so I turned to the guy sitting next to me and asked him if he wanted to form a team. He agreed, and we called ourselves “The Outlanders” (he was from out of town as well). Had I known him a little better before coming up with our team name, we probably would have called ourselves “The Charleses,” as his name turned out to be Charles, too.
I won’t bore you with the details, but we ended up placing third out of eight teams. I was just happy that we beat another team at the bar that had a molecular biology professor. Humanities for the win! Oh, and one of the questions was about Park Geun-hye—this was before the recent A-Park-alypse, so it was a fairly mundane question.When the quiz was over, Charles and I decided that we should probably have something to eat, so we headed down the street to Kush, where I had a really good hamburger (and more beer). It was after midnight when we parted, Charles to get an Uber lift home, and me to walk.