1 Comment Posted @ March 19, 2009
I was born in England in 1974 and became a citizen of the United States in the Summer of 2002. If one were to trace back through my family tree, one would see I have no Irish blood in me at all. Which explains that since I’ve come to this country, I’ve never felt the need to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day and have always found it curious how much Americans embrace the holiday.
I came to the conclusion that the country is young enough that maybe those born here have an almost necessary desire to attach themselves to a country of origin. Others I guess, are just looking for an excuse to party. Plus, there are those that simply wear green because they feel they’re supposed to (kind of like red on Valentine’s Day). However, I’ve always felt that if someone is celebrating a tradition or holiday then one should at least have the decency to learn the origins of it (did you know that Saint Patrick wasn’t even Irish? He was born in Wales).
So, when I got an email from Debra Hitti asking if we would host a private birthday party for her husband, Faris, and that his birthday happened to coincide with St. Patrick’s Day, I figured this was the perfect opportunity for me to finally get into the spirit of the holiday. I even downloaded some traditional Irish music to accompany the evening. It was also the first time we served food for our “customers” as I prepared over 6lbs of corned beef, cabbage and assorted veg to accompany their enjoyment of our newest beer (in honor of the late Bill Brand) – The B3 Bomber.
I had only met Debra briefly a few weeks ago and had yet to meet her husband or any of their friends but after just a few minutes of them being in the pub, it was clear that they were going to be new regulars. Great people. The beer was very well received (they polished off a 5-gallon keg in a little over two hours) and I can’t wait to welcome them back soon.
It was a day of firsts indeed. First Saint Patrick’s Day (hosted by an English pub in Noe Valley), first meal served that was cooked on the premises, and the first private party for new members of the “Pub Club”.
After they moved on to their next port of call, I sat in the pub with Allie and Flo and came to the conclusion that this could be as good as it gets. Or at least, it will never be like this again.
A homebrewer with a website, inviting neighbors to come and drink for free in our home (although the tips were much appreciated on Tuesday!), it doesn’t get any better than that. We don’t have payroll, supplies, employees, investors to keep happy, or anything like that yet. We just have a room in the basement that we’ve made cozy and available to our neighbors to come and enjoy our beers with us. It’s so simple and yet so rare and unique.
I’m loving every step of this journey. Tuesday was another day of firsts for us and I can’t wait to see what’s next. Hope to see some of you on Saturday.