As much as I value and encourage the importance of people
and surroundings in relation to food, my dining choices nearly always come down
to the food itself. But when an airplane
touched down at the Flagstaff airport carrying my lifelong friend, Dusan, I was
compelled to find a dining experience that transcended the biological necessity
of eating and that represented the city I call home. Dusan, my girlfriend, and I visited FBC—Flagstaff
Brewing Company—and in one short hour I was able to provide an atmospheric
representation of what Flagstaff is all about.
Pub or bar would be dictionary-approved terms
to describe FBC, but it cultivates its own unique ambience that cannot quite be
attributed to one plain definition. The wait staff is fashioned in street
clothes, and their casually-initiated conversation eliminates the often awkward
report between customer and server. The
laid-back, homey atmosphere is a
synecdoche of the city that surrounds it, and this is only strengthened by the
food and drink. As I bit into a homemade French fry and sipped handcrafted
amber ale, I could taste my
surroundings. In Flagstaff we appreciate
the simplistic beauty of nature, and the from-scratch
theme at FBC encapsulates our desire to embrace the wholesome aspects of life.
As we got ready to leave, I pointed out a sign behind the bar to my friend. Beer—so much more than a breakfast
drink. Is anyone free for breakfast tomorrow?
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