5/5 John P. 9 months ago on Google • 3 reviews
It
was
Thursday
afternoon;
I
had
just
finished
the
last
presentation
for
the
week
and
had
some
time
to
kill
before
my
flight
the
next
day.
Platypus
Brewing
was
the
closest
brewery
to
my
hotel
downtown.
At
only
a
mile,
it
would
have
been
a
shame
to
take
an
Uber.
So,
I
strapped
on
my
walking
sandals,
grabbed
a
diet
cola,
and
hit
the
streets.
Intent
to
take
in
the
sights
along
the
way.
Being
mid-July,
the
streets
were
nuclear.
I
found
myself
dancing
between
pockets
of
shade.
This
wasn’t
too
hard,
but
once
I
exited
downtown
and
neared
Washington
Ave,
all
shade
ceased.
My
diet
cola
had
long
since
abandoned
me
and
my
15
min
journey
became
a
life
and
death
race
against
heat
exhaustion.
Luckily,
I
made
it…
but
just
barely.
Upon
entering
this
air-conditioned
oasis,
disheveled
and
drenched
in
sweat,
I
was
greeted
by
a
friendly
bar
maid
who
recommended
an
Ole
Chit
Mexican
lager.
(as
in
Ole
Chit
its
hot
outside)
She
assured
me
that
this
was
their
coldest
beer.
Indeed,
it
was
sublime
and
utterly
refreshing.
The
place
has
an
inherently
friendly
atmosphere
with
a
medium
to
small
interior
and
a
somewhat
larger
patio.
No
loud
music
playing,
so
it’s
easy
to
converse
with
friends…
or
myself
in
this
instance.
Platypus
Brewing
also
offers
Australian
eats.
I
didn’t
sample
any
as
I
was
focused
on
hydration,
but
I
did
notice
more
than
a
few
meat
pies
whizz
by.
One
of
the
most
important,
and
often
overlooked,
aspects
of
a
successful
brewery
is
the
t-shirt
selection.
Platypus
excels
in
this
arena.
Several
platypus
themed
shirts
were
on
hand
and
all
sizes
were
accounted
for.
I
opted
for
the
same
shirt
that
the
bar
maid
was
wearing,
as
well
as
a
couple
stickers.
The
bathroom
was
glorious,
akin
to
a
cold
meat
locker
with
urinals.
The
theme
seemed
to
be
that
of
a
16th
century
French
Chateau,
both
in
size
and
appearance.
I
luxuriated
in
the
quiet
ambiance,
but
alas,
it’s
hard
to
order
a
beer
from
the
men’s
room.
I
finished
my
experience
with
a
hazy
IPA,
a
3
Mates
I
believe,
once
again,
delicious.
I
caught
sight
of
the
owner,
a
gentleman
with
an
Australian
accent,
so
I
can
confirm
some
amount
of
authenticity.
There’s
not
much
to
dislike
about
Platypus
Brewing.
Great
beer,
good
food
options,
decent
swag,
and
a
gloriously
cold
restroom,
all
essentials
for
a
finely
tuned
brewery.
Next,
I
screwed
up
my
courage
for
the
trek
back
to
the
hotel.
I
knew
I’d
need
every
ounce
of
strength
of
fortitude
to
make
it
back
alive.
But…
just
a
half
mile
further
was
another
brewery…
and
then
another.
It’s
a
veritable
hotbed
of
brewery
activity
in
this
part
of
town.
So,
I
took
the
safe
option
and
marched
onward
toward
another
beer.
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