Our Habitat build day was Sat 12 May, and French Broad folk helped slap a roof on a nice lady’s house. More of us will be out on Sat 19 May, and you can help! We’ve got those thingies you pay like a buck to write your name on at the tasting room, and we’re always in the market for volunteers to help build. No experience necessary – in fact, you’ll probably learn something!

We live and brew beer in a great town, and we’re happily happy to help.

…took extra care this week of chilly nights to protect their newly planted hops from frost. It is the father in us that stands outside eyeing the stalks, new additions to our humble estates, worried, thoughts locked in that future pivotal moment when night is at its deepest, on dawn’s cusp, and cold like sudden death reaches out to steal the leaves from life. These are the men I want making my beer–I can say that much. Can say, too, that these fleeting hours of coolness and light make a French Broad Ryehopper go down all the smoother. How can 36 Fahrenheit degrees lend such liquid warmth to the belly? O, happy magic…

Anyway, it’s April in Asheville. They’re playing baseball again at McCormick Field. The sun is, on the daily, warm glory, and within our cozy Tasting Room the lovely Arielle awaits. What’ll you have? Take a sit, stranger, and unburden yourself of the week.

Good day to you, drinkers! Just wanted to take a sec here to render in HTML a shout-out to a rather lengthy and whimsical piece published recently on the Mountain X’s Web site. If you’re reading this, that probably means you have some interest in Asheville beer culture, and if you do, you’d likely be entertained and edified by this. Click the link, grab something cold, frothy and local, sit back, read. You might like it!

Meanwhile, this is a picture of Nathan Griffin, who will destroy you here at the Brewery on Saturday night.

We at the French Broad Brewery would like to extend our warmest appreciation to all who participated in South Thirsty Monks’ recent Pint Night blind-taste test of local IPAs. We already knew (speculated) that nine out of ten doctors recommend it and that four out of five housewives drink it, now we can say too that some majority of select Asheville beer scenesters unknowingly preferred our hoppy little darling on at least one cool December evening. Coupled with our recent success at Brewgrass (at which we garnered the overall “People’s Choice” award), we’re feeling a bit, well, doted on, Asheville. A bit toasty and loved and sort of kissed all over. Like: Oh you shouldn’t have! And yet you did! Nostrovya!

Post Script:

Cases of delicious Zepptemberfest can be had at the Brewery for 30 freakin’ dollars.  That comes to:

2 and a half freakin’ dollars per bomber, or

11 freakin’ cents per ounce.

Post Post Script

Stereofidelics and Pierce Edens on tap this weekend, folks. Come hence and have a beer with us! Bring your dogs if you want! Bring sandwiches!