I am someone that really enjoys good beer. Not macro-brewer overproduced fizzy yellow beer, but good complex, flavorful beer.
After nine years living on the great plains, nearly two years ago my family and I pulled up stakes in Overland Park, Kansas so that I could take a position in Manhattan. The city is so different since I last worked there in the 80's. Guards, ID checks, barricades, police and soldiers at every turn. Al was not grim however I have a nice office with a view of the East River and the FDR drive... a pleasant surprise. The Couch, easy chairs and coffee table are very nice. The solid brass table lamps and desk lamps are also nice. The three days supply of food and water and NBC mask were a bit disturbing however.
In the Midwest you could get great beer. The local beer of Kansas City, Boulevard was quite nice. They made a great pale ale and a tasty porter. The local beer stores were well stocked. Lukas Liquors Superstore had hundreds of different brews from all points of the Compass. Colorado, Texas, California, Oregon, Illinois, New York and around the globe...Tusker from Kenya to Tooths from Australia. But the daimond in the rough for the beer afficianado was 20 minutes away in Missouri the funky little place with a quaint name, Gomer's. Yes, that was the name. They had the widest selection of micro brews and imports I had ever seen. I was in beer heaven. The place was tiny and packed to the gills with beers from around the world. From Jerobams of Belgian Ale to tiny cans of Sapporo Beer (3-4 oz.)that were aimed at the golfing crowd.
There were nearly a Dozen brew pubs in the metro area as well. Some were better than others.
That is for tommorrow however.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
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