Starkweather Beer Company
When I moved back to Madison to attend law school in 1987, we moved to a crappy little apartment near the banks of Starkweather Creek on the unfashionable east side. Today, the east side is booming, and one of the newer brewpubs is called Starkweather Beer Company. It was Saint Pat's Day. While Guinness is a decent light-bodied stout, I opted for Starkweather's dry Irish Stout, named "Jamestown Jackdaw." Coming in at 5.9 ABV, it had a malty chewable backbone. It's a new favorite stout for me. Julia had Late Winter Haze, a New England IPA that didn't have as much fruitiness as she likes in a hazy. It was still well-executed. We walked down the street to the Harmony Bar, where Julia enjoyed a complete corn beef and cabbage dinner. I opted for the Reuben sandwich. Mine was washed down with an Edmund Fitzgerald porter from Great Lakes Brewing. Julia enjoyed her Chaos Pattern IPA from 3 Sheeps Brewing. Both are great beers. Justin update: After a long h
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A couple of those photos almost - almost - made me nostalgic about Michigan winters.
At every birthday over 50 I used to say "one more year closer to retirement!", then at 58 I retired. . .
After that it was "One more year closer to Medicare!" - well, I passed that mark last year.
Now I don't know what I'm going to say. "One year closer to The Daughter changing my diaper!" just doesn't have that celebratory ring to it. Maybe I'll switch to "One more year down without needing the walker!"
I take careful note of the "almost" part. I must admit that I'm sometimes jealous of the warmer weather of the West and South during the winter. Because I would miss snow, I think someday we might settle in the mountain west. I go back and forth on that. Wisconsin has a pretty low cost of living, and it makes a good home base. Anyway, due to family considerations, we're going to be here for awhile, so I might as well make the most of the winters.