Crosby's Kitchen & CocktailThe Rider

The story of the Rider is the story of the wandering soul. Never in one place too long, never staying for more than a song. The Hobo is a quintessential American icon. It is unclear when he appeared in our history but the Hobo was a hard working man who followed jobs from town to town relying only on the cold steel rails for home. The moniker Hobo comes from combining the first two letters of Homeward Bound. Just like this relic of American folklore The Rider has done its share of wandering. This West Coast red has been around the world. It represents the nomadic combination of our house Belgian yeast strain mixed with the west coast giant Simcoe hop and an anonymous experimental variety that will forever remain nameless, as do the men who rode those rails so long ago. “I Know You Rider, Gonna Miss Me When I’m Gone”