img_0772Water Street Brewing Co.
168 Water St.
Binghamton, NY 13901

On our way to the Allentown Fiber Festival, well not exactly on the way, we had to make a slight 2-hour detour. My girlfriend and I picked up our friend Z, who used to date my girlfriend’s son. She refers to us and her mommy and auntie. We spoil her terribly. On Sunday when we were bringing her home we decided to stop for lunch. Since I have the BEST best friend we stopped at a brewery. For context, my friend does not like beer. She will drink it but prefers other beverages. She also was wanting food; this brewery has a kitchen and serves wine and cider in addition to beer. She ordered wine and Z ordered cider. They also both ordered the same burger, which I don’t remember what it was, just that it came with guac, which my friend asked to have it made without. The burger came without guac like she requested but was cooked a little too well done and a little charred on the outside. I got Cajun chicken pieces and they were hand breaded and real chicken and perfectly seasoned.

Of course I got a flight, their flights are 5 glasses, each 5 ounces. My choices are written on the back of the coaster as you can see. 1. Zombie Eater – a stout; 2. Thousand Year Porter – a porter (duh); 3. Red Ryerson Double IPA; 4. Lock It In – New England style IPA; 5. B-Girl – golden pale ale w/ Vienna malt. They were all amazing. I told the bartender that, including the sentence: “Normally I get a flight and there is usually one or two that are ‘meh’, not this time. They were all pretty good.”

Now I don’t know who does their decorating ….. Every brewery has its own individual style. Fifth Hammer has hammers hanging everywhere (I still haven’t asked why /how they came up with the name, or maybe I did and just forgot, they also have a very large stuffed pig on top of one of their tanks. I don’t mean stuffed in the taxidermy way, stuffed as in toy. Something else I never asked anyone about. This brewery is about the average size for most micro-breweries. In the front are some tables, bar in the middle of the room on the left hand side wall; brewing tanks to the left. In the back are the bathrooms, table with requisite board games and a table with bags of malt or grain, you know, beer stuff. Hopefully the pictures can give you a better idea of the size.

As for parking, I am not familiar with the area so I can’t speak to that. Z works near there so we parked in her work parking lot. It’s not open to the public, but it was Sunday and we parked in the middle where she told us to.

 

About Belleza

I got the name Bella because my grandfather called me Suzabell. I use that as a username and my friends on the site started calling me Bella. Thus was born: Bella Foxx's Life, now known as "just a city girl" since I have made the big jump from the country and am now living in the City, UES. I like to make jewelry (check out my blog "Bella is creative" started April 17, 2008) and write. I like to do cross stitch and knit. I sew, I don't really enjoy it, but I enjoy the clothes. I like to read the Bible, books, magazines, online newspaper articles, blogs, jokes on candy wrappers, ads on the subway, billboards, backs of food boxes, lists of ingredients and recipes, cleaning directions, sayings on shirts. I post my reviews on "Just a girl, living, reading, watching, and writing", on Shelfari, Library Thing and Goodreads.. I am allergic to practically everything: grass, trees, weeds, animal dander, dust, mold, wheat, apples, nuts, fish and coconut. The fish and coconut are so serious I carry an Epi-pen and wear a Medic-Alert bracelet. And last but not least. I love the Yankees.

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