I’ve never really been to a bar for the sole purpose of just getting a beer. I guess I’ve never really found the right place. I’ve slowly fallen in love with the Brickskeller. So I can now say I have a bar to go to that I can call mine. Or maybe soon.
Today I flew in to Salt Lake City. I got in around 4pm. Got my rental car (a Monte Carlo!) and headed from the airport to downtown Salt Lake. After getting moderately lost in the crazyness of the city, I got my bearings, and I found a road that took me to my hotel. After checking in, I watched some local news and after getting bored with that I hit the streets.
I’ve never really been to Salt Lake. However, I was here in January, but just for a night and wasn’t feeling adventurous. Perhaps it was the Rick Steves‘ Europe book I read on the plane. Who knows. But I was feeling like going out and finding a good brewpub. P.F. Changs was right down the street. So was Friday’s. Didn’t even consider them. I lucked out with my hotel in that there are about 3 brewpubs within walking distance. I made it to Squatters. They had a bunch of brews made there. About 12. The ambiance was nice. I ordered their Vienna Lager. And a burger. I finished the beer. The burger was left half eaten.
I even talked with people at the bar. There was a guy there from Los Angeles. He worked for GM. Grew up in Portland and we talked about Fat Tire. There was some other guy there who was working for the Senator of Mousourri. It was weird that I was so social. But it was fun. And the beer was great. Grrrrrreat.
Then I came home and watched 24. I have to review some more materials for my meetings in the next two days. So I didn’t get to check out the other pubs. Perhaps on Wednesday when I have some more time in the city.
Weird things happen in Salt Lake. I even talked to a random dude on the plane. We talked about traveling as he saw me reading my travel book. People are funny.
Oh yeah, and I had no problem getting a beer. There were no clubs. There were no fees. Total urban legend.