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The roads are too ice covered to make it to the brewery but the luckily the Lost Colony Tavern is open and only a two mile hike awayWell worth a pint. Manteo Porter, Kitty Hawk Blonde, Hatteras Red, Nags Head IPA, Kill Devil Scotch Ale and Santa Sleigher.
Lost Colony Tavern is OPEN. Irish coffee and snow are a greay combo. ... See MoreSee Less

No brewery work today. It is a snow day!! ... See MoreSee Less

We don't have them anymore but boss man found me one.. These have always been my favorite shirts of ours.. Lost Colony Brewery's Waterfront Beer Garden ... See MoreSee Less

“Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life”
Well, maybe.

As I turn sixty-two I think this quote from Animal House would be the perfect title for my autobiography or headstone, whichever comes first. I have been all three of these, and I must tell you, things have worked out really well.

Sharon asked me what I would like to do for my birthday. I said, “It would be great if I could spend the day in a brewery.” As luck would have it, I do that every day. Take that, Dean Wormer.

My mother often said, “God takes care of Drunks, Fools, and Children” I am living proof that she was right. Now that I think about it “Drunks, Fools and Children” is an even better title.

Happy Birthdays to Izzy, Niel (Neil), Ray, Grandmom Enoch, Maureen, Timmy, Me, Paul the Fourth, and most importantly Sharon. It is a busy five days for Lost Colony/Full Moon Birthdays. ... See MoreSee Less

Winter.
The “Off Season” gets shorter and shorter every year. There was a time on the Outer Banks when the “Season” would start in June and end on Labor Day. Now we can see crowds through October that and slowly dwindle until New Years.

However, January and February are still cold, wet, and slow. I am not complaining. I like the cold and wet. It is in my DNA. It just isn’t what you call Beach Weather.

I do not know why the hell I am explaining the OBX facts of life. We all know them.

The Lost Colony Brewery’s Waterfront Pub in Nags Head is going to Winter Hours.
We are open Friday and Saturday from 1pm to 8pm.
Fridays we have trivia at 6pm.

The brewery in Stumpy Point will still be brewing and delivering.

The Lost Colony Tavern in Manteo IS open through the winter. They have late night food and events all week. You can slip on over to their sites to get the full low down. ... See MoreSee Less

Wow, there are a lot of Ichthyologists out there. I never thought I would have to sketch a skeleton fishing while riding on a skeleton fish using beer for bait anatomically accurate. I stand corrected.

I once heard someone call fishermen on a Headboat “Flounder Pounders.” That’s where I was going with this. I will try to make the fish a Flounder—no promises. This is why I love throwing ideas out there. Stevie was the first one to point this out as he was walking through the brewery's front door. The post had been up for thirty seconds.

Now I wonder how many of you wrote to Disney letting them know The Little Mermaid’s friend Flounder is NOT a flounder. 😊 ... See MoreSee Less

What’s in a name. Well, a lot.
I have never spent more time agonizing over a moniker before.

We have a new light beer, and the name has been driving me nuts. I was excited about the name Diamond Shoals Lightship. Then it sounded too contrived, too touristy, and too aimed toward the giftshop crowd. Fake.

I kept circling back to one name. Every time I said it Stevie rolled his eyes. He laughed, but he rolled his eyes. Clayton Burleson came up with the name. It was one of the first names we got on Facebook.

I called my promotions guru. I told her my dilemma. Without hesitation she said, “you know what name you want, you know what name fits your biz. Just do it.” It helped that she loved the name as well.

The final and official name of our new light brew is
“Flounder Pounder”.

“It’s a good drinking beer”. It tastes like the ones you stole from your dad. The beer you get when you say, “give me a beer.” Stevie was thinking, Mexican Lager, American Lager, Czech Pilsner when he made this. He was thinking of softball games, beach blankets, fishing trips and lawn mowing. He was thinking steamed and fried seafood. He wasn’t thinking “low calorie beer”, that just happened.
Abv 4.2%, 6 IBU 98 calories.

I even came up with a logo for it

Here are some tags I have been playing with.
Flounder Pounder because in fishing and life size matters.
Fish or a Buzz, we’re catching something.
To think like a fish, you must drink like a fish. ... See MoreSee Less

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The Beer Ranger Award. It is our award to folks who make living on the Outer Banks special. Today it is Robin over at the Manteo DMV office. Robin makes me look forward to my DMV visits. No, I am not weird. She is patient and helps you solve most paperwork snafus. All this with a smile. She rocks.

The first time I ever had to register a vehicle was in NYC. Wanting to be one of the first in line, I arrived forty-five minutes before they opened and joined thousands of like-minded people in line.

After an hour’s wait it was my turn in front of the bank teller-like window complete with high marble walls and a slot beneath brass bars that separated the guardians of auto legality from the unwashed masses.
I proudly presented my title and proof of insurance. The teller reached for a new tag before stopping, frowning and returning my paperwork. The insurance company had written the VIN number where the account number should be. Rejected.
I took the subway back uptown to the insurance office. They corrected the error, and I raced back to the DMV. The wait was shorter, fifty-nine minutes. The teller again took my papers while reaching for a license plate. Then he stopped. I needed the bill of sales. Another round trip on the subway combined with the requisite one hour wait in line and I was ready once again to present my offerings to the DMV gods.
He reached for the plates. This time I was able to touch them. Shivers. Then he started to pull them back. Something about a clerical error. I hung on. He pulled harder but I was a dog with a bone. He placed a foot on the marble counter for leverage and pulled even harder. He had done this before. Reaching through the brass bars I grabbed his tie and started to pull HIM through the narrow opening. He let go. I held my new tags aloft in triumph. Then I was tackled by several security guards. On the bottom of that dogpile I held tight to my prize.
Do you know what a holding cell in lower Manhattan looks like. I do.
Of all the reasons I would never leave the Outer Banks the Manteo DMV ranks near the top. Maybe I am weird. ... See MoreSee Less