About our visit to Bluejacket brewpub near the Washington Nationals Baseball Stadium in D.C. — this morning began with some steady rain, which continued into the afternoon. Unfortunately, that made the conditions challenging for the grand opening of a new Craft Brewery called Blue Jacket, located near the Washington Nationals baseball stadium. The co-owner and brewmaster is also Greg Engert, the Brewing Director at Church Key. What a passionate-about-beer-guy, and a shrewd business man–although Greg did not study business, but rather English literature and was seriously contemplating a career as a University professor. Talent dude.
Terry and I arrived at Blue Jacket at 12:30pm, about two hours before their opening. Greg and his staff were setting up the tables, bar, taps, etc. this big event. Again, the weather could have been more cooperative, but it’s what we all had to deal with today. Terry and I did get some excellent footage, nonetheless. Greg was really excited about the prospects of this place. It’s almost a “can’t miss”, as it is a spacious, nicely aesthetic craft brewing space, in a great location, where patrons have plenty of room to make themselves comfortable. Like Churchkey, Greg has another winner (soon-to-be).
After the shoot at Blue Jacket, Terry and I took off back to Bob and Sarah’s, but stopped by the grocery store to pick up some items to cook for dinner. Tonight I was going to cook dinner. I have a few dishes that I enjoy cooking, and they consistently turn out good. I grilled chicken breast, steamed some veggies, and boiled pasta. Then mixed it all together in a large pot, and added shredded cheddar cheese to the top. Finally, I put a lid over the pot. Ten minutes later, the cheese had melted through the pasta casserole, and it was ready for consuming! Sarah was out with friends for dinner, so Terry, Bob, and I chowed. I got positive feedback from both guys. The cool thing about biking is that I could chow like a pig, so I had a second and third helping. Yes!
Bob is a great conversationalist and we spoke about his running days, when he ran ultra-marathons. He could maintain a torrid pace. He was good. In fact when he was in his 20’s, he was invited to Scotland to run a 36-mile race–representing the States. His last race took place when he was forty-five. All the years of running had taken a toll on his knees, so he took up biking as a alternative. Bob suggested that tomorrow he and I could ride our bikes through D.C. and check out the sites. It would be an easy thirty-five mile ride. Sounds good!