People

Extracurricular fermentationalist and all round bad-ass brewer. Industry Treasure.

Kicks ass in the brewhouse, figuratively and literally.

Keeps things running from the silo to the brite tank… and manages to snag second breakfast too.

Barrel keeper. Filter master. Firkin maestro. Brewhouse denizen.

BJCP Judge, and calming presence on all days.

He is cooler than you.

Plays with fire on his days off; and while at work.

Will cut you if you mispronounce “Robusto.”

Our resident botanist. May also cut you.

Our Cleveland Connection. Proud Cavaliers fan and begrudging Browns fan.

Cutoffs & trucker hats.

Sour-sippin’ TEXAN

Butcher. Baker. Sour-Beer Maker.

No one likes a parched afro.

Ruining beer with science, one test at a time.

So anyways…

Sings lullabies to the bottling line. Makes packaging miracles into realities.

What, he worry?

If lost, please return to the brewery.

Seen here in his natural habitat.

Gittins’ it done.

Movin’ us up the beer chain.

Hopped down from the Northwest

Englishman in L.A.

Flies from Tahoe to Sac to Chico and back. Doesn’t break a sweat.

Enjoys spending his spare time working on and riding motorcycles. We’re waiting on our kegercycle (patent pending).

If you want to talk, see a therapist. If you want to talk beer, see Max.

Don’t even try to tell me beer is a man’s world, I’ll out drink you any day.

Drink Drake’s, Fear Drake’s

Equal Opportunity Enthusiast of all things fermented; the wine country’s original hophead.

Call him hipster.

Goddess of Power Tools

They call her “Burp-skens,” go ahead and ask her why…

Human Swiss Army Knife. Actually carries a Leatherman.

“I’m from Iowa, I just work in outer space.”

[Note: not actually a dog]

Ask him about the two bananas sitting on the river bank.

Thought the Jurassic Park ride was better than the movie. 

No longer allowed back to Flavortown

Still doesn’t understand why “the Dro” wasn’t checked at the end of California Love.

All he needs is a pint of IPA.

Backin’ the bar.

Seasoned UK and US beer drinker.

I came here to pet doggies and lift heavy objects…

And I’m all out of doggies.

Just a girl, looking at a beer, asking to drink it.

Last seen eating in the office.

Same soup, just reheated.

“I’m afraid that if I stop all at once, the cumulative hangover will kill me.”

Beer Distribution Czar.

“I do more than that.”

::Stares sternly::

Assists Operations.

Flannels, kittens, and forklifts.

“Take something without asking. I dare you.”

::raises eyebrow::

Road Warrior

Co-founder of Triple Rock Brewing Co. and owner of Jupiter in Berkeley. Lover of Craft Beer.

Wine and craft beer veteran.

Manager of all things and people.

The Heavy.

The Accounting Bulldog

If you have a question, she probably has the answer.