A couple of days into my trip and I've noticed this: Wisconsin has charm.
Rolling hills dotted with farmsteads. A seductively lilting accent and a bunch of friendly people. It's a side of America I've never seen before. My fault. I'm a city boy. I'd never paid rural USA any attention.
On the drive from Monroe to Madison this afternoon, the countryside looked eerily like Leicestershire. Apart from the silos. Though the conical fermenters of the New Glarus Brewery fitted seamlessly into the landscape.
Spotted Cow I'm beginning to like, too. Every pin tonight ub I've been in had it on draught. Which would certainly start to bore me of it, if I lived here. But It's an indicator of how far craft beer has come. The Irish pub we ate tonight had a surprisingly decent selection. I went for Capital Maibock. Dare I say it - pretty much true to style.
Grapes / Grapes of Prestwich, Bury New Road - Grapes of Prestwich, Bury New Road, Prestwich, 1990. (c)deltrems at flickr. The Grapes is traced back to 1877 in David Rowlinson's book, when it was lease...
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