Change is Nigh

The time has at last come for a change here at Bagby Beer Company.  Our brewery has been the singular focus of our lives since long before it was a tangible, physical place. First born in our hearts, it was fueled into existence with unbridled passion and then maintained by our undying commitment to it; this company has been a deeply felt, extraordinarily personal endeavor from inception. Since day one we have worked tirelessly to share our love for great things of top quality through countless expressions - large and small - that collectively have become the Bagby experience for our guests and employees.

 At the outset we hoped to create something that did not yet exist – a casual, comfortable, fun, modern place to enjoy some of the world’s best beers, brewed by one of the world’s most dedicated and awarded brewers, in North County San Diego, in Oceanside. We wanted the kitchen, cocktail, and wine programs to follow suit, and to illustrate that it was possible to successfully bring all of these elements together. We envisioned a diverse, committed and interested team, and hoped to deliver a great, elevated experience - both for folks that were well experienced with each of these elements, and equally for those who were not. We hoped to serve as a trusted partner, where even if you had never experienced a certain beer style, or a classic cocktail, or a new-to-you wine varietal, that you could come to Bagby and have a great version of each. We hoped to teach and inspire and, of course, to continue to be taught and inspired.

 In large part we believe we have done that. We’ve certainly taken some lumps over the past almost decade, with the past several years being particularly devastating. It shouldn’t be news to anyone that restaurants have been absolutely gutted throughout Covid - but also in the years that have succeeded it. We can discuss the myriad reasons for that, but the bottom line is we’ve struggled to find our way back. And with a spot as large and complex as ours, this has proven to be a challenge that, we now know, exceeds our own abilities and our emotional, psychological, and financial fortitude. Adding to all of these factors was the impending end to our first eleven-year lease term; we needed to consider the looming requirement to commit to another five years, or accept it was time to make a difficult decision.

 While this reality has been approaching on the horizon for some time, it has been crushing to consider what is now the inevitable. Our thoughts have moved beyond what this means for us and have landed on what this would mean for our dedicated team. We have told anyone who cared to ask (or was willing to listen) that our current staff is without question the very best we’ve ever had the pleasure of working beside. If you’ve followed our progress through the years, particularly through Covid, we hope you know how passionate we are for our people. Knowing there will be an impact to them has been especially weighty.

 It is only recently that we have been able to identify a path forward for them and, so it seems, for the spirit of Bagby here in Oceanside. Our very good friends and respected colleagues at Green Cheek Beer Company will be taking over the Bagby Beer property effective sometime in the mid first quarter of 2024. There is no other brewery ownership team - Brian Rauso and Evan Price - that we have had the privilege of knowing on a personal and professional level for almost a decade, for whom we have the utmost respect, than the very fine folks at Green Cheek. Jeff and Evan have known each other in the beer industry for almost 15 years - back when Jeff was at Pizza Port and Evan at Taps - before each would start their own projects. Green Cheek opened in 2017 in Orange and has thoughtfully grown to two additional locations in Orange County over the years. We believe we share similar passions for awesome beer, excellent quality, and steadfast integrity.  Importantly, Green Cheek has shown honor and respect what we have built over the years in Oceanside and understands how important our team is to us. They have indicated they will endeavor to retain our staff to the extent our existing team is interested; we are confident this transition will favorably position our current employees for the long term, with stability and additional avenues for growth and development.

We’d like to thank our loyal, kind guests and supporters – some have truly become close friends over the years. We could not be more thankful for knowing you, nor for this remarkable experience we have had so far. We have incredible memories of everything we’ve accomplished together, from GABF medals and other beer accolades, to many special Bagbyfests, Agave Fests, Lager Fests, and of course Brewbies. We’ve hosted so many important gatherings: some have announced new marriages, welcomed new babies, marked the end of a job and the beginning of another; some have heartily celebrated another year of life and have honored the well-lived lives of those that are no longer. First (and even second) dates have been had, intense study sessions that have led to degrees; there have been family reunions, and old-friend-get-togethers, dog adoptions, cat adoptions, fund raisers, donations, blood drives, makers markets and pairing dinners. We’ve conducted countless interviews, new hire trainings, staff meetings, employee parties, and who knows how many well-earned after work shifties.  Some of our employees have gone on to wed and have babies of their own, some have moved on to other cities, states, careers and settled into really sweet lives. Like us, we hope you’ll carry these poignant memories with you. We will always be humbled and honored to have been the stage for some of life’s most important passages.

 We whole-heartedly hope you will support the incoming and transitioning Green Cheek team. We think you will enjoy their fun, creative, top-quality, operation. We are truly optimistic about what is next and could not imagine better folks taking the reins. If you are curious about what is on the horizon for us, we’ll be around! Dande will remain for a period of time to help ensure a successful transition, and Jeff will remain brewing amazing beers in the brewery here for now, just under the Green Cheek banner.  In the meantime, until it is finally time to hand over the keys at the end of the month, we hope you’ll come see us. Grab a Bagby beer, margarita or a world’s best paloma, a couple of our epic fish tacos or the one and only Bagby Ensalada. We’d love to see you.

 We’ve had such an astonishing run - we will remain forever grateful for how our lives have been changed, how we’ve been touched by you all, and how much we’ve learned. What a gift.

 Dande & Jeff Bagby

The Impossible Choice

We closed Bagby Beer Company completely on Monday, March 16th, until further notice. Like everyone we had been looking for answers, for direction, for some guidance or inspiration for what we should do. We have 50 employees. They have lives, kids, kids on the way, homes, cars, school to pay for, and so many other obligations. In almost every case, we are their only source of income. This decision was heart breaking for us, because we knew what it would mean – not just for our business, but for each and every one of them.

We had considered, and in fact were in the midst of forming plans, enacting an alternate service model, involving delivery and takeout. And then we were making selections about who, among us, would be here working, interacting with the public, exposed. Who would we put at risk? We knew that if we scheduled staff, they would be here. They would show up, and do their jobs, and do whatever they could, to keep the business and their income flowing. They would sacrifice their health. They would sacrifice the health of their families. They would do this if we asked them to. This felt wrong. And so it was at this point we decided to make the decision for them, to protect them and to do our part to protect the community. We wanted to take a stand, to stop in any way our contribution to the spread of this nasty thing. We were not mandated to close, but we decided anyway to do what we felt was the right thing.

As a business and as people these are not straight forward decisions. We have watched many of our friends and neighbors, near and far, choose to continue to operate. To struggle to eke out any semblance of a business, offering to go food and beer, wine, cocktails (!). To beg and plead the community to support them, to tip well, to think of the employees and their families. And all the while, they are risking their health, the health of their employees, the health of the community. And in doing so, in the absence of any offer of financial relief or assistance, they are unintentionally prolonging the impact of this, because no matter what, the risk of spread is not zero. We know it is nowhere near zero. The terrifying part is that there is no way to know who has been exposed until days or weeks after contact in some cases – what if staying open, even in a limited capacity with the prescribed “social distancing” isn’t just one more thing that allows this virus to continue to spread? Providing opportunities for people to be out, picking up food and beverages from restaurants, has to be part of the problem. It just does.

But as a culture we have been willing to accept this, because these folks NEED to stay open. Hear me now: it is not their fault. This is the unfathomably impossible decision facing all of us as business owners and as a community. We should never be asked to make this decision: save your business or save lives. Period. This entire conundrum is completely and entirely at the feet of our insurance companies, and since they so rarely do the right thing, it will invariably fall on our government. What if small businesses could close safely and without fear? What if owners could feel secure in knowing help is on the way? What if their people could go home and stay safe? Is there any doubt this would help slow or stop exposure, and therefore the spread, of this virus?

But – disgustingly – this has not happened. Not even close. Insurance companies are busy denying our claims of the Business Interruption coverage we pay for, citing a little known exemption for bacteria and viruses. It is not acceptable, and the lawsuits are already starting. We are calling on our State and Federal government to step in. In the absence of this insurance, we are desperate for funding. Refund the Payroll Tax we have already paid. Waive all Payroll Tax for the few employees we are able to keep paying. Offer immediate Payroll Tax credits for the health insurance we are struggling to continue to pay, so that once we open again – IF we are able to open again, there will be some lasting relief. Closing down a thriving business is costly, painful, unnatural. Staying open and putting our people and the community at risk is dangerous and immoral.

Governor, Senators, Reps, Leaders: Please do something. We are begging you to truly support small businesses for the long term so they can do the right thing and close in the short term, without fear of lasting damage to their legacy. So we are all able to reopen at some point, and we can all resume our many contributions to our culture and the economy.

You must do something now. Actual human lives and the lives of our businesses depend on it.

2020 Repost: Why We Won't Be Painting Over This

I just chatted with Robin last night (1/29/20) - she remains the purest ray of sunshine despite the intense and incredible grief she continues to live with. I told her how much she inspires me, and she humbly responded, “I don’t feel like an inspiration.” If you know her, you know she most definitely is. She inspires everyone she knows to live with grace, to spread love, to embrace the beauty wherever it can be found. This, she tells me, is Kenny’s way - “spreading love and happiness wherever he goes.” We continue to be grateful and humbled for this life-altering, humbling gift we received. Think of these two when you see a gorgeous sunset, are treated to a kindness or are inspired to be kind, when you are fortunate enough to still reach out and hug the ones that mean the most to you. Here’s to you, Robin and Kenny - today and all the days. Please read, if you haven’t yet heard of this story:

This blog was originally posted on our website January 30, 2014 - we were in the midst of construction at the time, and this blindsided us. This experience resonated with so many people, reminded us about the meaning of community, and galvanized who we are as people and as a business. It has been six years since then, and even still, not a day goes by that we don't think of Kenny, his inspiring wife Robin, and every single member of their loving family and extended group of kind and generous friends. Much love to each and every one of them, today and always. In the years since we opened, we have been contacted by countless guests, local and otherwise, who ask about Kenny and Robin, and inquire about the status of the wall. Most of them ask if it is still in place. It is, and it always will be. It remains our mission to keep Kenny's spirit and memory alive - please feel free to share far and wide to help us do that, and to embrace anyone currently battling.

1/30/2014: So, the Bagby Beer Company was vandalized over the weekend.  We came in to the brewery on Monday morning to this: As a fledgling business in Oceanside – one that in fact is still in the midst of construction, this immediately felt like a blow.  Our property, one we have been laboring over and painstakingly renovating over the past half of a year, not to mention dreaming about for the better part of a decade, had been defaced.  Someone scaled the fences, hid behind a newly-built wall, and added their ‘touch’ to what will be the maintenance area for the brewery we are installing, all while managing to elude the surveillance camera that runs just about 24/7. “This sucks”, we told ourselves. We thought about the work and the cost that would be needed to restore the wall to it’s previous state, what it meant that someone had so little regard for what we are trying to build.  We wondered: should we expect more such vandalism episodes? Was there more we hadn’t yet discovered? Did this mean we aren’t wanted or welcomed in Oceanside? We called the Police to report it.

And then we took a minute, stood outside of ourselves, and really read the piece.“Kenny - Cancer Can’t Kill Me”And we instantly realized: there is far, far more to this story, and we’d like to know what that is.  Why would someone express this message, in this way, in this spot? Who was Kenny?  Was he still battling? Had he already won or lost? Who were these people? Not unlike nearly everyone we know, we, too, have been devastatingly impacted by cancer – we have seen it destroy too many of our friends and loved ones over the years.  It was evident to us that this “graffiti” was bigger than us. It told a story to which we all can relate, and in its honesty and boldness, did what so few of us have had the courage or means to do – “Fuck Cancer” it says. Indeed. We couldn’t agree more. Here is where the story takes an astounding turn.

It was the next day, Tuesday – about 1:00. We were gearing up for our weekly construction meeting when I looked out the window of our on-site office, and noticed a few people looking through the construction fence, and attempting to photograph this tribute to Kenny – from about 60 feet away.  Without hesitation, I approached the trio.  I asked them if they knew the story behind the art, did they know Kenny or the artist.  Right away, instinctively, they denied knowing anything, that they had just heard about it, that they were just driving by…no way, I thought. I pressed them. I assured them that we weren’t interested in punishing whoever had done it, that we merely wanted to know the story, to find out more, to see if there isn’t an opportunity to prepare a tribute to Kenny that can be more permanent, more visible…and that’s when one of the women started crying. Her eyes welled up, and in a hushed and broken voice she uttered “he’s my husband”.  I was speechless. I asked if I could give her a hug, and then I did. We were all crying as she recounted the last several days with Kenny in ICU, battling his second round with cancer, how he had beat the disease once several years ago, how she believed he could do it again, but this time it is much worse.  She told me how he is suffering, how they have been together nearly two decades, how their dream of having a child was shattered by the course of his testicular cancer, how adoption wasn’t an option because it is too expensive (she’s a teacher and he, a surfboard shaper). I invited them to take a closer look and get a better view; they hugged one another, and cried, and took pictures together in front of the wall.And then she apologized. For defacing our property.  She explained that the artist felt badly, but he knew it was a construction site, and that maybe the impact to us would be minimized. She told me how when Kenny saw a picture of the piece, he broke down crying.  I was disarmed and forever transformed by her vulnerability and her honesty.  The feeling of “why us” was – in an instant – replaced with gratitude.  We are so grateful that we were given the opportunity to be touched by this incredible couple, to get to know their story, and to try – eventually – to find a proper, fitting, tribute to Kenny and his gallant battle with this annihilating disease. There is a chance Kenny will be released from the hospital this weekend – if so, we’ll be at the brewery, hoping he makes a visit in person on his way home. We’ll be thrilled to meet him, and tell him we are pulling for him, that as long as he wants, the mural shall remain. So, this is why we will not be painting over this, until we can figure out how to replace it with something else, forever.

UPDATE - 1.31.14: We were devastated to learn last night that Kenny had succumbed to his illness, surrounded by his gentle, loving, devoted wife, Robin, his extended family, and a massive group of friends.We were honored to host an incredible group of people today at the brewery, to remember Kenny. There were countless tears and the heart break was palpable - but there were also so many smiles, and laughter, and long embraces - just how Kenny would have wanted it.  Kenny's legacy is reflected in this collection of truly exceptional, humble, kind, generous, warm people.  Although we did not get the chance to meet him, we are beginning to get a sense of just who he was through this remarkable circle of his loved ones.  This is a huge loss for our community. We continue to be amazed at the impact Kenny's story is having on so many people. Thank you for allowing us to share it, and for being touched by his life.  

Give A Thing, Get A Thing

This idea has been knocking around in our brains for many months – there seems to be no shortage of folks who need help, and in our experience, there are so many of us who are able, in one way or another, to help - even in a small way. And, sometimes donating cash can feel a little impersonal, a little removed, a little less connected than we’d like. If you’re like us, you want to know that the cause we intended to help, is actually realizing the benefit in a tangible way.

We’re on a mission to find Causes or Organizations that need things. Actual, tangible things. Things that require we think about what someone’s needs are – in whatever circumstance they find themselves in. We’re believers in empathy. That when we empathize, when we genuinely put ourselves in another’s position and try to see the world from their view, it is then that we can do the most good.

And, as a company, we want to support this effort by being the hub of just this kind of energy, beyond the physical place to collect needed things that will go on to make a positive impact, we want to be a spot to connect with others that feel the same and that want to give back in this way. And we also want to offer a small treat to everyone who donates – a little token of thanks - for being a good person.

So, what’s the thing we give? It’ll depend. But, it’ll be worthy, we promise.

So, what’s the thing we get? It’ll depend. But, it’ll be good, we promise.

Help us find these causes! Do you know of or are you a part of an organization that needs actual, physical things, that kind folks can gather and then donate?

If so, please let us know about it here.

2018 REPOST: WHY WE WON'T BE PAINTING OVER THIS

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This blog was originally posted on our website January 30, 2014 - we were in the midst of construction at the time, and this blindsided us. This experience resonated with so many people, reminded us about the meaning of community, and galvanized who we are as people and as a business.

It has been four years since then, and even still, not a day goes by that we don't think of Kenny, his inspiring wife Robin, and every single member of their loving family and extended group of kind and generous friends. Much love to each and every one of them, today and always.

In the years since we opened, we have been contacted by countless guests, local and otherwise, who ask about Kenny and Robin, and inquire about the status of the wall. Most of them ask if it is still in place. It is, and it always will be.

It remains our mission to keep Kenny's spirit and memory alive - please feel free to share far and wide to help us do that, and to embrace anyone currently battling.

1/30/2014:

So, the Bagby Beer Company was vandalized over the weekend.  We came in to the brewery on Monday morning to this:

As a fledgling business in Oceanside – one that in fact is still in the midst of construction, this immediately felt like a blow.  Our property, one we have been laboring over and painstakingly renovating over the past half of a year, not to mention dreaming about for the better part of a decade, had been defaced.  Someone scaled the fences, hid behind a newly-built wall, and added their ‘touch’ to what will be the maintenance area for the brewery we are installing, all while managing to elude the surveillance camera that runs just about 24/7. 

“This sucks”, we told ourselves. We thought about the work and the cost that would be needed to restore the wall to it’s previous state, what it meant that someone had so little regard for what we are trying to build.  We wondered: should we expect more such vandalism episodes? Was there more we hadn’t yet discovered? Did this mean we aren’t wanted or welcomed in Oceanside? We called the Police to report it.

And then we took a minute, stood outside of ourselves, and really read the piece.

“Kenny - Cancer Can’t Kill Me”
And we instantly realized: there is far, far more to this story, and we’d like to know what that is.  Why would someone express this message, in this way, in this spot? Who was Kenny?  Was he still battling? Had he already won or lost? Who were these people? Not unlike nearly everyone we know, we, too, have been devastatingly impacted by cancer – we have seen it destroy too many of our friends and loved ones over the years.  It was evident to us that this “graffiti” was bigger than us. It told a story to which we all can relate, and in its honesty and boldness, did what so few of us have had the courage or means to do – “Fuck Cancer” it says. Indeed. We couldn’t agree more. 

Here is where the story takes an astounding turn. It was the next day, Tuesday – about 1:00. We were gearing up for our weekly construction meeting when I looked out the window of our on-site office, and noticed a few people looking through the construction fence, and attempting to photograph this tribute to Kenny – from about 60 feet away.  Without hesitation, I approached the trio.  I asked them if they knew the story behind the art, did they know Kenny or the artist.  Right away, instinctively, they denied knowing anything, that they had just heard about it, that they were just driving by…no way, I thought. I pressed them. I assured them that we weren’t interested in punishing whoever had done it, that we merely wanted to know the story, to find out more, to see if there isn’t an opportunity to prepare a tribute to Kenny that can be more permanent, more visible…and that’s when one of the women started crying. Her eyes welled up, and in a hushed and broken voice she uttered “he’s my husband”.  I was speechless. I asked if I could give her a hug, and then I did. We were all crying as she recounted the last several days with Kenny in ICU, battling his second round with cancer, how he had beat the disease once several years ago, how she believed he could do it again, but this time it is much worse.  She told me how he is suffering, how they have been together nearly two decades, how their dream of having a child was shattered by the course of his testicular cancer, how adoption wasn’t an option because it is too expensive (she’s a teacher and he, a surfboard shaper). I invited them to take a closer look and get a better view; they hugged one another, and cried, and took pictures together in front of the wall.

And then she apologized. For defacing our property.  She explained that the artist felt badly, but he knew it was a construction site, and that maybe the impact to us would be minimized. She told me how when Kenny saw a picture of the piece, he broke down crying.  I was disarmed and forever transformed by her vulnerability and her honesty.  The feeling of “why us” was – in an instant – replaced with gratitude.  We are so grateful that we were given the opportunity to be touched by this incredible couple, to get to know their story, and to try – eventually – to find a proper, fitting, tribute to Kenny and his gallant battle with this annihilating disease.

There is a chance Kenny will be released from the hospital this weekend – if so, we’ll be at the brewery, hoping he makes a visit in person on his way home. We’ll be thrilled to meet him, and tell him we are pulling for him, that as long as he wants, the mural shall remain.

So, this is why we will not be painting over this, until we can figure out how to replace it with something else, forever.

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UPDATE - 1.31.14:
We were devastated to learn last night that Kenny had succumbed to his illness, surrounded by his gentle, loving, devoted wife, Robin, his extended family, and a massive group of friends.

We were honored to host an incredible group of people today at the brewery, to remember Kenny. There were countless tears and the heart break was palpable - but there were also so many smiles, and laughter, and long embraces - just how Kenny would have wanted it.  Kenny's legacy is reflected in this collection of truly exceptional, humble, kind, generous, warm people.  Although we did not get the chance to meet him, we are beginning to get a sense of just who he was through this remarkable circle of his loved ones.  This is a huge loss for our community.

We continue to be amazed at the impact Kenny's story is having on so many people. Thank you for allowing us to share it, and for being touched by his life. 
 

Bagby Listed as Top Spot to Celebrate New Year's Eve

It's always nice to be recognized for our outstanding beverage program, centered around world-class, true-to-style beers! Our regular vistors and fans already know that we are dog- and kid-friendly, that we boast an ocean view patio and as many outdoor seats as inside!

Join us for a fun night out: New Year's Eve, or anytime. We'll be thrilled to have you!