I don’t know much about Fresno. I did, however, know a girl who attended Fresno State.
She transferred to San Diego by her junior year.
So, when I accompanied my boyfriend to his metal show in Fresno, I had very little expectations.
My boyfriend plays bass in metal bands. Ironically this is the same instrument I gave all my guy friends shit for playing in high school.
Most of them already had that stupid male, adolescent ego.
Despite their lack of jaw lines.
When this ego combined with playing an instrument, it made them even more cocky. And most of them could only strum a cord or two.
This would be the equivalent of me calling myself a model in high school, because my friend in photography class took black and white photos of me in a field wearing a prom dress.
Anyways, my boyfriend is a super talented musician that taught me bass players are people too and have feelings. So to all my bass player friends from back in the day, I’m sorry I talked shit.
Even if you only knew two cords.
Fresno is a solid three hour drive from Napa. And not the prettiest three hours.
So to break up the views of yellow grass, highways, and the occassional cow, we stopped by a random brewery in a small town called Ceres.
I had never heard of Ceres prior to our journey, but I am so happy Google guided us to the little gem that is Blaker Brewery.
Like most millennial-era craft-breweries, this one is in a business park off the beaten path. You’re not going to accidentally stumble upon it walking on Main Street.
Everyone at the brewery had this sort of rocker-style. Guys with big beards and too cool for school looks in their eyes. And girls with tight clothes and man-eater confidence.
But then the music in the background was folk-alternative. Currently my favorite genre. (Until I get sick of it, because I played it non-stop for a year straight (RIP Incubus)).
It had this biker-bar vibe but with hipster-feels.
When we ordered our beer at the register, we told the cashier about our plan for the day as if she cared. And to her credit, she played along.
We told her we were driving from Napa to Fresno and needed a break from driving through the California country.
She politely smiled and handed us our beers.
We then walked outside to their kick-ass patio.
I added my boyfriend in the photo so it looked like I was talking a picture of him instead of a patio:
The patio cleverly hides the asphalt, business park views with its portable, pallet-like wood benches with high backs.
Of course I forget which beers we were drinking on this clever patio, but I do know they were non- IPAs.
I’m pretty sure mine was a delicious blond while my boyfriend had an equally delicious ale.
As we sat outside discussing our killer luck in finding this place, the girl from behind the register approached us with Blake brewing stickers.
She had a huge smile and thanked us for coming in. This whole time I just thought she was pretending to be interested in our day trip, but she actually was interested.
Her name was Bia.
Short for Bianca.
She came over with a big smile and a couple Blaker Brewery stickers.
Because we are adults and only collect stickers if they are related to booze of some sort.
She had a cool punk-rock type style with a non-punk attitude.
It turns out she wasn’t pretending to be interested in our little road trip. She WAS interested in our road trip.
We chatted for a few minutes and then Bia went back to work, but only after she invited us to come back whenever we got the chance.
After our chat we finished our beers and reluctantly denied a second brew.
Blaker Brewery is a must for Ceres and Fresno locals, as well as road-trippin’ Californians.
I give Blaker Brewery a Bass-Player Kitty. Because if it wasn’t for my boyfriend’s Metal Show with Glacier Eater in Fresno, we would have never stumbled-upon this brewery.