Beer with Greg

Aaron's brother-in-law Greg was in town for some training, so Aaron and I picked him up from the airport and went out to dinner. As always, we took a wrong exit and accidentally ended up in DC (we meant to head out to Stafford to his hotel and grab a burger at the local Applebee's). I never drive into DC if I can help it because it's such a pain to find parking. We actually had no trouble finding a spot two blocks away from the MCI Verizon Center.

Chop House Brewery is a block away from there, so we walked over only to find out that there was an hour-and-a-half wait. No way. We walked back to the Verizon Center to Clyde's, which had a forty-minute wait. We were pretty starved for food and beer by that point, but Greg recalled a bar near the FBI building. To our surprise, there was a Gordon Biersch on the way to the place Greg was thinking.

Here we are, many beers and three blue cheese burgers later.