It was windy but storms were coming to an end and the day was drawing. We ambled along Main Street south, dodging gusts and kids dressed for prom, and walked into Kalispell Brewing. If the city outside was largely empty on a Saturday afternoon in March, inside was not. A guy was playing guitar, kids were running around, tables were full, and a lot of beer was being served. I think IPA's are the standard to gauge a brewer by, so I had that, and Laura had a pale ale; Cooper had some free popcorn. Verdict: good, but we'll have to come back for more.