Are you sure we’re going to a brewery and not some guy’s backyard?”
My friends aren’t joking, and they aren’t asking an unreasonable question. I promised them a brewery tour and then proceeded to lead them pretty much to the dead center of nowhere. We drove away from the quaint sponge docks and into what one could best call a rural/industrial area of Tarpon Springs. I have directions but no clear idea of where I’m taking them.
I expected something not unlike the old Busch Gardens brewery tours.
This is not that tour.