Worst Week Ever - ISSUE FIVE

Mike and I sit at one of the long, wooden tables inside. We’re surrounded by empty sample glasses, still bleeding slow glands of foam, collecting in the bottom like pools of gold. I’m feeling it all now, pulsing through my veins, turning my cheeks red.

Sitting with us is Betsy O’Brien, resident bartender of the joint, and we’re all talking beer and Three Notch’d Brewery’s future. Why did you choose Harrisonburg over larger cities? I ask her. You’ll like this: they chose Harrisonburg for a reason.