By James Reddicliffe
One recent Friday I found myself with work to do after a meeting ran long in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. It had been a busy week and I was exhausted. It was nearly 5 o’clock as I strolled to the subway. I needed to write a few follow-up emails and do some administrative work before I met my fiancé and sister for a drink. As I approached the Lorimer, G train stop I noticed a small beer bar on the corner called Beer Karma. The bar looked inviting as did the to-go cooler inside and I was in need of a cold one but duty called.
As I descended the steps into the subway, my curiosity got the best of me, so I reversed course and headed toward beer. “They must have Wi-Fi, right?” I thought to myself as I moved back toward the bar. It being Brooklyn in 2017, they did, and it was free with a beer, which I bet is never a problem for them. I ordered an East Coast Overdose IPA from Interboro and started to talk with Dan, the amiable owner. We talked easily about our love of Brooklyn beer and soon determined we had both grown up in Westchester County. It was just the kind of conversation you want to have in a bar.
A few beers later, and with a new found feeling of calm, I set out for drinks. As I walked, I thought about how quickly my day had turned around. Sometimes all you need is some good karma and some good beer. Or maybe a little of both.