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.
Traveling can be miserable work, but there are fringe benefits. Ever since my return to my native state of Wisconsin, I’ve been pining for something special that exists like a glowing promise just across the border. No, I’m not referring to the embrace of progressive policies that — as per usual — have led to an economic boom, offering further exposure of the callous zealotry and raving ineptness of the governor who works a little closer to my current mailing address. Instead, I’m referring to the frothy wares of Big Weather Brewing Company. So while I recently sat in a Minnesota airport, enduring the purgatory between flights, I went on a quest, finally finding an outpost equipped with a liquor license and a can or two of the craft brewery’s Windvane Red IPA.
I would an unscrupulous reporter if I didn’t acknowledge the source of potable’s clarion call. It’s neither the rave reviews nor the riveting television appearances that quickened my pulse with anticipation. It wasn’t even the brewery’s acclaimed “Under 21” website redirect trick. I happen to know one of the two young fellas who started the brewery, having served as a supervisor and — just maybe — a mentor back when he was a mere upstart in the hospitality biz, attending a benevolent work college nestled in the Carolina hills. The glass pictured above was raised to him, with appreciation, admiration, and congratulations.
Previous entries in this series can be found by clicking on the “Beers I Have Known” tag.