The problem is found right in the sentence: local. I've been to several around the area and felt like I was in a Bluesky, propoganda advertisement: "shiny, happy people" everywhere. I throw my love around but can't stand the "love me, love me" crowd for more than a few minutes. (Damn, started channeling Michael Stipe there for a minute.)
Funny thing with my digestive BS that's been going on ... I've become less of a fan of carbonated drinks; of any kind. I picked up one of the 7-11 "Gatorade" type drinks the other day; too sweet. I poured half of it out and added some ginger ale...damn near ruined it because the carbonation just hits me weird now.
It makes me wonder about beer, to be honest.
Yuengling. I'll go draft in a heart beat as long as it's in a mug/glass.
To start, going with a food thing here. You'll get the point.
Next time you're playing with shrimp (scallops are good, but not as good) look up "Copy cat walkerswood shrimp" from Hops Grillhouse and Brewery. You won't regret it ... white wine, cream, ground black peppercorn dish with a jerk seasoning. Incredibly good!!!
When they were open they brewed their own beer. It's the closest thing/time I've reached the IPA world. The had an India Pale Ale (tap read IPA) I enjoyed; a good red amber as well. BUT, I went there for the food...beer was just the icing on the cake.
Dude. Even their meatloaf was good.