San Diego: The Final Frontier

And I don't mean between the United States and Mexico. San Diego is the one city I have wanted to visit on a beer trip for a long time. I have done Oktoberfest in Germany, hit the best bars and beer stores in Philly, Atlanta, Boston, Chicago, Portland, Nor Cal, and now am finally in the land of the West Coast IPAs.

So naturally, the first stop is at a beer store. Don't let the grimy exterior fool you; this place is grimy inside as well. It is also supposed to be a great place to buy beer, even though it is located in a crappy strip mall in the Imperial Beach area. They did have a nice selection, and we picked up some Russian River Damnation, The Bruery Hottenroth Berliner Weisse, Coronado Idiot IPA, and Alpine Duet. Just a quick few beers to have in case of emergency at the hotel. And I'd like to once again thank the shitty Google Maps app on my phone for making me drive through a residential area that was nowhere near the South Bay beer store.

Oooh, pretty. Too bad I took this picture while driving over to Coranado Island. That wouldn't be a bad thing, if I was actually trying to get to Coronado Island. Once again, Google Maps has me making deep imprints in the steering wheel of our rented Nissan Versa. All we were trying to do was find a Ralph's supermarket. We eventually did, and checked into the Doubletree. Really nice! We have a balcony and everything.

Hey, I gotta check out of this hotel now. we are moving to the Hilton tonight. I'll get back to day one in about two weeks, knowing me.