The days start out cloudy with rain seeming imminent and end up in showers of glorious sunshine. It must be June. The schools are getting out and everyone is going on vacation. And I start spending the odd Wednesday at the Newport Beach Brewing Co. for $10 Pizza/$10 Pitcher day.
There are two local breweries that got their start in 1995 and the #BrewCo is one of them. This is when I got together with the old man, Sean, so I have a special place in my heart for Newport Beach’s favorite neighborhood brewery. You’ve got to give credit to them for getting something right to be around this long.
On this particular Wednesday I arrived around 1:30. I snapped up some pictures of the parking lot entrance and the NewportBrewCo assault vehicle.
I have been coming to Pizza/Pitcher Wednesdays for many summers and the place is always familiar feeling. We knew exactly what we wanted and we started out first with our $10 pitcher of Pelican Pale Ale. The glasses came chilled and we poured two pints out.
It was cold and had a head on it so we liked that but by the time the beer’s been poured from the tap into the pitcher then into the glass and then finally into my mouth, it has lost some, if not all of it’s fizz. The beer wasn’t exactly flat but the carbonation level left something to be desired. This has never been a problem before so we chalked it up to the devil. You know how he’s always making beer flat, you know. Plus fizzy beer is for wussies.
The waitress was very friendly, I recognized her from last year but not sure about any years before that. She let us look over the menu because we weren’t sure what pizza we wanted. It was a toss up call between a Margharita and a Veggie and the Margharita won.
When the pizza came, we gobbled up most of it right away. Even though we both “weren’t that hungry.” It was covered in gooey mozzarella and had juicy slices of tomato and sprinkles of fresh basil. It wasn’t burnt either, it was cooked to perfection and tasted just the same.
Talk about satisfied! We were full, but not bloated. We were buzzed, but not drunk & disorderly. This called for a trip outside for some “fresh air.” We asked our waitress to keep our stuff on the table because we were coming back. Our beers were empty but we had 2 slices of pizza left.
When we got back in, we found that our table had been cleared. The waitress was apologetic and said she had taken the empties away but that the other waitress had cleared off the food. She even said she would bring us another pizza if we wanted, which we declined. The offer was appreciated though.
By now, it was Happy Hour time! 3:00 had come and gone while we were vaping so we checked the chalkboard for what beer we would sample next.
We both decided on a Village Idiot IPA because we wanted something stronger than the Pale Ale. Pints were only $4.00 during HH so we both got one.
They were a bit cloudy looking but tasted flavorful and delicious. There was a good amount of pine taste but with some sweetness I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
One thing I like that some breweries do is put the ABV percentage up on the board so that when you are choosing, you can go strong or light. Newport BrewCo didn’t have the numbers up on the board but I found this page on the table that lists the ABV’s of all their different beers.
Newport Beach Brewing Co. is a great place to check out on a lazy summer day. Their beers are “world famous” (according to the shit load of blue ribbons I saw hanging up behind one of the brewing kettles and the sign out in the back advertises it…subtle, I like that).
The food is fantastic and the prices are just right. The specials are worth coming here for and their Happy Hour rocks! The waitress’ are very nice and the place is huge so it never seems crowded. There is an outside patio with umbrella’s to protect those balding Newport men from the hot, sweltering sun. The televisions lend a sports bar vibe to this beach-town brewery and they carry all the balls you can stand.
Come to Newport Beach and check this place out! It’s worth the effort and you won’t be disappointed. Just don’t enter the contest for the pink bike because that’s my deal, okay?