Sounds like Kevin and Myles felt our spirit of hanging out with the beers from the wrong side of the track on St. Pat's Day. I will share the happenings of the most recent BEER CLUB meeting through my feeble eyes. We started the night off at the Tin Can. This bar is unique...but the waitress made it unforgettable. Our good friend Matt Brock asked the common question you hear floating around watering holes, "What is the Schlafly Seasonal that you have on tap?" The waitress peered back at Brock perplexed. "It's a beer from Schlafly called 'Seasonal'." Matt kindly tried to lead the waitress toward the realization, "I THINK that they call it 'Seasonal' because they change to a different beer with the seasons." The waitress was not convinced, and proceeded to say, "Well, it's always been called 'Seasonal' since I've been here." BEER CLUB has graced two bars with it's presence, and found no female waitress that knows the difference between piss and pale ale. Dissapointing! Well, since Matt and the server had to agree to disagree, we proceeded to get $4.50 buckets of Milwaukee hop water. First Brock ordered 6 PBR's for the price I paid for one Mighty Arrow. Then, Nate decided to buy a bucket of 6 different brews from the 75 cent menu. Here were his choices: Steel 211, Natural Light, Colt 45, Olympia...and the other two Nate will have to tell you. Point is, we decided to look at the address on the side of the can of each of the Milwaukee brewskies (Natural Light excluded of course) and we realized that the addresses matched perfectly. So, if you brew beer, then put it in a bunch of different types of cans, you can sell it cheap because you will sell a lot (or maybe they are still searching for the one that will win another Blue Ribbon). They all had the distinct sweetness of corn, and made us smile (because of the thrifty price, not the nifty flavor).
Then, we scooted on down the street to Schlafly's Tap Room. Here we were bombarded with unique, tasty brews...and, can you believe it, a knowledgeable server (I'm sure they actually are required to be there). Well, the Pierce City Eagle sat between the Monett Cubs and reminisced about old acquintances. The bartender even stopped to hear one of my stories, and then walked away unsatisfied, with his head down. I'm not that interesting sober, but my stories get even more lame as the alcohol hits the brain. Most times people laugh...cause they are toasted too.
Ahh, BEER CLUB is good.