no. 230

New York City is a walker’s city. Cars clog the streets and the subway rumbles on rails down below, but the vast majority of folks get around by putting one foot in front of the other. I’m lucky enough to have Other Half within walking distance of my apartment. I’ve made the trip to their taproom countless times. But when snow arrives in the city—that really good, powdery kind—that trek takes on a different vibe. The soft crunch beneath your feet, the muffled sound of car tires pressing down on fresh flakes all make the walk just a little more magical. When I left for this particular trip to Other Half, it was just such a day. It was a bottle release and things were bustling inside. The taproom was warm with flowing beer and friendly conversation. The area adjacent was bags and boxes being filled with cans and bottles. And all I wanted to do was stand in the middle of the street, in front of the brewery, and watch the snow drift gently by.

— Cory Smith