Moksa Brewing Company

By the time I arrived at Moksa the day had already become a saga.

The first chapter had been written hours earlier at Urban Roots with impeccable lagers and barbecue that felt like it had been approved by a zoning board. Somewhere between Sacramento and Rocklin I had performed a brief ritual of iron and sweat in a gym, lifting heavy objects like a penitent preparing his body for the ordeal ahead. The muscles were awake. The mind was loose. The sun was lowering. It was time.

Moksa does not greet you like a tavern. It reveals itself like a fortress.

No food. No gentle hospitality. Just taps and barrels and the quiet understanding that anyone entering has come to test their mettle.

The barrels dominate the interior like the dark halls of Moria. Towering stacks of oak rising in crooked corridors. Passages that bend and twist just enough that a man begins to question his bearings. The restroom lies somewhere deep within this wooden labyrinth, though finding it feels less like a convenience and more like a trial imposed by ancient brewers.

Oak and fermentation fill the air. Sour whispers from the wood. The smell of something alive and patient.

I began the quest.

One stout after another arrived at the bar like dark relics forged in volcanic fire. Thick beers. Black beers. The kind of beer that stares back at you from the glass as if it knows the outcome of this story.

And so I took my place in the role fate had assigned.

The journey through the barrels became the road through Middle Earth. Each winding passage another stretch of wilderness. Each turn a chance to lose the path entirely. The restroom a distant Rivendell glimpsed only briefly before the road called again.

But the true burden of the quest was not navigation.

It was the stouts.

Each one placed before me like the Ring itself, heavy with power and consequence. And there was only one thing to do with such a burden. I lifted the glass and hurled the contents down my throat with the urgency of a man standing at the edge of Mount Doom, casting fate itself into the fire. The future of the Shire depended on it. The entire world might collapse if I hesitated.

So I did not hesitate.

Glass after glass disappeared into the abyss.

The room began to darken at the edges. Somewhere in the distance the faint piano line of Amy Lee echoed through the hall, her voice rising in tragic prophecy. *I’m going under.*

The barrels leaned inward like ancient watchers observing the final stage of the journey. My steps grew less certain. The maze deepened. The path back to the bar required focus usually reserved for military navigation or ancient cartography.

Yet somehow the quest continued.

More stouts were sacrificed to the mountain.

Eventually the journey reached its conclusion. The mission had been fulfilled. The darkness contained. I stepped outside into the cool night air just as the strength began to leave my limbs.

When the work of a weary traveler is done, the eagles arrive.

They lifted me from the battlefield and carried me away toward the next brewery on the horizon, leaving the barrel halls of Moksa behind to await the next hero foolish enough to attempt the quest.

The Shire was safe.
For now.

Had heard good things about them for a while and finally got to drop in on a Saturday night and see for myself. The actual space came off a bit goofy to me. It's tucked into an early 2000s kinda business park and feels a bit like it used to be a fast casual restaurant, if that makes sense, with kinda nondescript tables and chairs tucked in an atrium with a mix of florescent and multi color lights overhead. All that said, you are right up next to their racks of aging barrels and there is a good amount of outdoor patio seating available. At the end of the day, all that barely matters, because the beer is excellent. Great selection with lots of options in each category, pils, fruity sours, hoppy, and dark. Staff were super chill, definitely made us feel welcome. There was a musician playing guitar and violin covers of pop songs and hockey on the TV so I was quiet entertained while enjoying my beverages. Not my favorite space to hang out in, but the beer is well worth it.

 

This is a new and modern feeling place in an industrial kinda space. Large tented outdoor for hanging out and enjoying the laid back and chill atmosphere and delicious hazed up, quite tasty brews...friendly staff, drafts, fills and tall cans to go...you know the deal.

I enjoyed a very tasty juiced up NEIPA style pour and got a few cans to go...all delicious and well crafted....worthy spot

 

 

 

 

 

Great spot to enjoy really well made beers! The music is chill, customer service is fantastic...really impressed with this place. Good selection of beer...hopefully they will be able to offer more as they grow!