For three years, I’ve been trying to motivate myself for a brewery visit that I knew wouldn’t go well.
I heard they brewed at the Depot Deli in Shenandoah, Iowa when we first moved back to the Great Plains. Monte advised that it was an extract operation and that the beers were nothing special. “Don’t hustle,” he meant.
So I unhustled myself there finally this past weekend. As I suspected, the beers were unremarkable. There were three choices: Whistle Stop Wheat, Bill’s Bock and Red Ale Blend. If I’d been consulted, I’d have advised them to call them Flanders Wheat, Flanders Bock and Ameri-Flanders Red.
You guessed it. They were all sour and suckalicious.
Uncharacteristically, Michelle was a real smart ass about it, while I tried to be polite and non-beer snobby. Still, it was hard to keep a straight face through it all. We enjoyed a pork tenderloin sandwich and cheese balls (a classic Iowa culinary combo). Our waitress was nice and while she knew nothing about beer, she helped us select the right pie for dessert.
Though it was only $2 for a pint and the Flanders Bock was my favorite, I’d still order water next time.
They say that shared conflict from an outside source (enduring rain on a camping trip, for example) is one element to building strong familial bonds. Eating at places like this and smarting off about them is one of the fun little pieces of being chained to Michelle through life that makes me happy. It’s better to be a smart ass than a dumb ass, I always say, and Wonderful Beer Wife and I work well together in times of distress and bad beer.