Finally got a chance to put up a post about the trip to New York. Matt, Dave and I flew up to beautiful LaGuardia airport on Friday, June 22 and deplaned around 4PM. Matt's friend Barry picked us up from the airport and drove us into what was some sort of Chinatown area of Queens. We threw our bags in the room and immediately set out to find some beer. To our disgust there were no beer stores anywhere in the area, not one! Due to time constraints we grabbed some cold Bud cans for a cold refreshment before hopping on the 7 Train to Shea Stadium for Game 1 of the Mets vs. A's series where we met up with another of Matt's old friends, Anthony. So now that Matt had his reunion we were ready to get inside to watch some baseball on a warm Summer's night and enjoy some more cold refreshment.
Again to our disgust, Shea Stadium had the worst beer selection ever! We had to settle for more Anheuser Bush products until we found a Sam Adams draft stand a few levels down from our sky high seats. Thank God for Sam Adams! That beer definitely saved the day. After we watched the Mets embarass the A's, we headed back to Queens. We settled in for the night at an Irish Pub somewhere in Chinatown. I honestly don't remember what it was called, but we drank plenty of Harp and Guinness and talked nonsense with the bartender who was from Belfast. Good times all around.
We left there at some point in the early morning and stumbled back to our hotel after our first installments of New York pizza and Chinatown noodles.
It was a great start to the trip, but the beer choices were extremely disappointing. I fell asleep that night praying that tomorrow would bring some true beer glory. Dreams of Hefe Weizen bounced in me head.
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