There comes a day in the life of every employee at Bellwoods, when they must venture into the great unknown (rural Burlington) and stand before the great edifice of a nameless creature (a crudely fashioned, barely anatomically correct ‘man’ built from leftover wooden pallets) and watch as it’s covered in gasoline before being burnt to the ground. Last night was the official pagan ceremony, and all that remained this morning was a smouldering pile of coals with not even the faintest semblance of The Brewing Man.
We plan to make Brewing Man an annual tradition, in part because we’re pyromaniacs, in part because, well, we’ve never been too sure how the hell to deal with all those extra pallets, and also for the that whole “team building” aspect too. Because nothing facilitates harmonious working relationships better than lighting stuff on fire.
For now, we return to civilization, prepare for our Toil and Touble (dubbel) brew tomorrow, and acclimatize poorly to all these situations in which holding lighters to things and yelling “BURN, BABY, BURN!” is deemed inappropriate.
The restaurant and retail store are back open as per usual today at 5pm. The small rendezvous was great, but we’re eager to get back to serving you all sorts of delicious brews. You could even say we’ve got a fire in our hearts…