Barley_Bob
Well-Known Member
I was at a conference this week in Indianapolis. Of course, the most important part of visiting Indy was tracking down some 3 Floyds on my way out of town. So, once the conference ended, my fellow beerhunter and I struck out on a search. The first place we stopped was a liquor store in the downtown area (a Big Red Liquor, I think), and they had one bomber of Alpha Klaus on the shelf. That was it. For the whole store.
So, I picked it up, and got to talking to the owner. He said he orders 15 cases from 3 Floyds per week, and they send him one case... per month. Wow. We chatted a bit longer and he said, "You know what? You're a nice guy. Let me see if I can help you out." I waited around a bit while he checked out another customer, and then he disappeared into a cellar underneath the store. I thought, "This is nice of him. I'm sure he's all sold out, but it's great of him to check." Nope! A few minutes later, he reappears with a bomber of Arctic Panzer Wolf. Wow! After many thanks I left - both bombers in hand.
After this success we cruised across town to get tamales at The Tamale Place. I never liked tamales until I visited this place. They were unreal (the chicken and green chili were to die for). Afterward, we walked into the liquor store next door just to check, and they had Robert the Bruce on the shelf! We left Indianapolis with full bellies, a car stocked up with 3 Floyds, and fond memories.
So, I picked it up, and got to talking to the owner. He said he orders 15 cases from 3 Floyds per week, and they send him one case... per month. Wow. We chatted a bit longer and he said, "You know what? You're a nice guy. Let me see if I can help you out." I waited around a bit while he checked out another customer, and then he disappeared into a cellar underneath the store. I thought, "This is nice of him. I'm sure he's all sold out, but it's great of him to check." Nope! A few minutes later, he reappears with a bomber of Arctic Panzer Wolf. Wow! After many thanks I left - both bombers in hand.
After this success we cruised across town to get tamales at The Tamale Place. I never liked tamales until I visited this place. They were unreal (the chicken and green chili were to die for). Afterward, we walked into the liquor store next door just to check, and they had Robert the Bruce on the shelf! We left Indianapolis with full bellies, a car stocked up with 3 Floyds, and fond memories.