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You go to Cologne for Kolsch and Brussels for lambic. So we drove to Burton for IPA, deliberately without a PR contact, to see what an ordinary beer tourist could actually find. The answer was sobering.
I drove to an industrial park in Indiana expecting to look at a brewery from the outside. I ended up talking about gardening with the man whose name is on the door, and staying for dinner.
I had a long layover in Salt Lake City and low expectations. The brewpub on the Delta concourse and a barman called Casey corrected both.
West Lakeview Liquors, a pizza place with an IPA worth the trip, and a bar in Chicago with a bottle list I gave up counting. Also my first pint of Gumballhead, and a cask beer that was nothing like a mild.
Planned at half past three in the morning, two hours before the flight. Six airports, three states and a rental car mix-up that worked out rather well.