Well, we had a great time in Burlington. Quite eye-opening as well.
In the end, we hit Fiddlehead, Foam Brewers, Vermont Pub & Brewery, von Trapp and The Alchemist. Maybe it was the atmosphere, or simply that I was quite at my leisure, but I didn’t have anything that I didn’t greatly enjoy.
Some highlights:
Funk on the Water - Foam Brewers. Had a nice citrus/sour taste with a background of sublime funkiness. A true highlight.
Alien Observer - Foam Brewers. A sour that didn’t overdo the sour. So wonderfully crushable.
Dogbite ESB - Vt Pub & Brewery
Handsome Mick’s Irish Stout - Vt Pub & Brewery - both of these beers were like classic rock to the taste buds. They reminded me of everything I love about craft beer, Tasteful, on point, simple, enjoyable.
Heady Topper - The Alchemist. Seems a bit obvious, I know. And I won’t argue that HT isn’t all that unique considering the Haze craze. But having one hand-pulled in that beautiful, eclectic atmosphere was bucket list beer travel.
Dark - The Alchemist. Not sure if this was a schwarzbier or a dunkel or what. But it was a great reality check after all the hops.
Natur Helles - Von Trapp. I had a few beers at Von Trapp, including their regular Helles. All were good to great. But this one was a “75th Anniversary“ beer, packaged straight from the fermentation cellar, unfiltered. Simply blew me away. Hard to believe a beer could be this malty and tasty and yet so incredibly drinkable. The bartender told me it was his favorite beer they ever served. It was the best beer I had on my trip.
Burlington itself was a bit of a mystery. Both beautiful and depressing. The lake was fabulous, we took a cruise, sat sipping cocktails dockside, loved walking the town and popping in to all the great bars and restaurants, seemingly one around every corner. But there was no getting past those less fortunate, sleeping in the city park, or panhandling on Church St. while the tourists shopped and spent freely (myself included). I handed out change and bought a coffee for the lady in the wheelchair who sat on a different corner of Church and Cherry every morning. But the notion of not being able to change the world sinks in fast.
One morning, sitting at a cafe, I got the feeling of how Hemingway might have felt, people watching…the shopkeepers setting up sidewalk sales, the aluminum can collectors, the pristine family enjoying Ben & Jerry’s, the fiddle player playing for tips, tourists, lovers…
I don’t have his gift, but Burlington would make a great story, if someone chose to tell it.