This series of posts is dedicated to the many, many six packs, pony kegs and pints that have sauntered into my life at one point or another.
This is how it began. When we lived in North Caroline and visited Wisconsin, we would occasionally stop at a Dairyland liquor store before exiting across the the state line on our homeward trip, securing a few brews we couldn’t easily acquire in the south. On one such shopping excursion, one of the proprietors of the liquor store in question spied us amassing quite a hefty stack of bottles and cans, seemingly with a commitment to high quality and without all that much concern from price. (Money spent on vacation doesn’t actually count, right?) He slipped away to the back and returned with a large bottle that had a mesmerizing rendering of a dinosaur on the front. He put it in our hands, insisting that, though we may not have heard of this beer or its brewery, we definitely wanted to purchase this item. The brewery, Toppling Goliath, was relative new at the time. Though the beer, pseudoSue, had been drawing raves, it hadn’t yet crossed into our consciousness. But when a Wisconsinite makes a recommendation related to beer or liquor, it’s usually advisable to listen.
The beer, of course, was heavenly: flavorful and punchy and quietly dazzling. Ensconced in our mountain town, many miles away from Toppling Goliath’s Midwestern home base, pseudoSue became a beer we longed for. Now, we live back in Wisconsin, and the brewery’s general offerings are readily available on the shelves of our local supermarkets and liquor stores. In addition, delectable variants — King Sue, SueMo — trickle into town from time to time. Those require more devoted hunting, but the extra effort is always worth it. That original discovery we made — or that was granted to us, more accurately — thankfully continues to echo.
Previous entries in this series can be found by clicking on the “Beers I Have Known” tag.