Big Sur to Monterey

Today I drove up the Highway 1 – The Big Sur. This is one of the 'classic routes' of road you arr supposed to do in the states and the scenery was certainly rugged. The road tightly clings onto the side of steep mountains twisting in and out of ravines and then runs high up along cliffs above the sea. The road surface is no where near as good at the Great Ocean Road I drove in Australia on becomes quite narrow in places, even down to a single lane where repair are being done to the roadway. It's also not as long as the Great Ocean Road and before I knew it I'd dropped into the outskirts of Monterey. I drove on down to the Fisherman's Wharf here which is little more than a string of restaurants and tacky tourist shops on what was once a thriving fishing port. Next to the Wharf is the Customs House which is said to be the place where the American Flag was first raised when California became a part of the USA, it used to be a part of Mexico)
After checking into the hostel I went out in search of Peter B's the first on my new found list of Micro Breweries. Here's the tasting notes;
Scotch Ale; Very Like a Scottish 80s, slightly nutty with a little caramel, but cold.
Porter; Slightly Gassy, a good bitterness, with burnt hops and a dry finish – best of the lot!
Russian Imperial Stout; hmm not very dark, ruby red in colour and no real taste, ice cold
Seven Malt Stout; Malts came through once I warmed it up but red not black in colour and very foamy with gas.
So the Porter was the best of the ones I tried there was a wheat beer as well but it didn't come back on tap until later and I only had a small taste but it was again too cold to get the flavour from.