All good things must come to an end but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the ride! Nashville boasts a very pleasant airport with several choices of diners and watering holes. I stopped in to the Tennesse Tavern. It was just noon so I said I’d start with something easy. Sam Adams Cold Snap is their seasonal special, it’s a wit beer. It’s light and crisp and while hardly the most exciting beer in the world it’s not a bad one to begin the afternoon.
I then had a beer from Nashville Brewery Fat Bottom called Black Betty. (Excercise care when typing that into a search engine) It’s a black IPA which is mainly bitter dark coffee and some bready malt with the hops struggling a little to be noticed. I had a sliced beef sandwich with this, they really know how to fill sandwiches in America, it’s not just the one or two slices of meat that we are used to in Ireland. All of this eating and drinking meant that I didn’t even notice that I didn’t have my suit bag which contained my very important vinyl purchases until a few minutes before it was time to board. Luckily the layout meant it was handy enough to trot back to the security desk where a nice gentleman from the TSA was minding it for me!
A short hop later and I was in JFK. The first terminal I was in was very impressive with an I pad for every waiting passenger. The terminal I needed to be in boasted no such amenities. But it did have bars/restaurants. I went into the Uptown Brasserie and ordered an Ommegang Witte. Despite the thread running through today’s post witte/wit/white wouldn’t be my favourite style of beer. But as I have mentioned before I was mad to try some Ommegang beers and this was the only one on offer. It was very pleasant but not very original. It had some coriander and a slightly bitter aftertaste.
Not too far away I found the Blue Smoke Diner which offered one Allagash beer, again it was a white beer and again I had heard and read that they make good beer. This also had some coriander but it also featured some wonderful citrus flavours. Definitely the best beer out of the three white beers I’d had during the day and possibly the best one I’ve ever had.
One small note, the two beers in JFK cost me ten dollars each. Now I know I didn’t HAVE to have them but I wanted to try them and did I mention the lack of free wi fi? Also they didn’t ask me for ID, which I had almost grown used to producing after Las Vegas and Tennesse. Perhaps the thinking is, you must be over 21 if you are going to drink ten dollar beers? With that it was time to be boarding the plane back to normality.