There are many reasons why one may have an affinity for a particular brewery—the beer, certainly, but also the people, the location, the food, the artwork, the branding, the service, and hell, even the music they play inside the front-of-house space. For me, Lost Nation delivers on just about all of these things.
Their beer may offer no-frills, but it is all generally well-executed and pretty tasty. A Pilsner, Pale Ales—one that features Galaxy and one that features Mosaic, an IPA, a Saison, and a Gose (perhaps their flagship beer). All with clean, sharp, imaginative label art. The people are terrific, co-founders and brewers Allen Van Anda and Jamie Griffith leading this group.
This place was a staple for me when I lived in Vermont, I would ride out to the bustling town (relatively speaking) of Morrisville to go to a grocery store there on a Saturday or Sunday, and after completing my weekend errands I would pop into the little tasting room for a beer and perhaps a quick bite of food. It was always a lovely experience, a respite from the long wait in the supermarket line, the other customers in the store who would angrily bang shopping carts around or hassle the clerk. It was something to look forward to, a brief escape.
It was a friendly face, a thoughtful smile, a comfortable atmosphere, a cold beer in a clean glass, some funky artwork on the wall, a “bloody” burger (you ordered it bloody or burnt), and a Grateful Dead tune on the sound system. It was, and it still is, Lost Nation Brewing.