Complex Numbers

Dangerous Man

I figured I could go to one more brewery in the Minneapolis area before taking off, so yesterday I did that, but I dragged Elisa: Middle Aged Stik and Davy Kraken along with me.

First, though, we wanted to find a place to have lunch, which can be difficult on a holiday -- it's hard to know in advance who's open on the Fourth of July. Google is of only limited help; they aren't always updated with holiday hours. But we found a Japanese restaurant near where I'm staying. The place was nearly empty, and we had a whole hibachi table to ourselves.

I don't get to experience that style nearly enough; I'm usually alone, and it's just not as much fun by yourself. So I was glad we were all on board with that for lunch.

That's when I said, okay, one more brewery -- but again, we had to find one that was open. But I reasoned that breweries would be one of the things that would want to be open on a holiday like this one, because the only thing more traditional than blowing one's fingers off on July 4 in America is beer.

Behold, a brewery called Dangerous Man was, indeed, open, and it wasn't even very crowded. Good beer there. They had a peanut butter porter and a chocolate milk stout, which of course I couldn't help but mixing because... you know. And I hadn't seen Davy Kraken in about a decade, so I'm glad we all had a chance to hang out before I leave.

The next few days are going to be pretty boring, I think. There's not much in South Dakota or Wyoming. Then it'll be a few days in Salt Lake City which, believe it or not, has some excellent beer. And probably some other stuff, too; I wouldn't know.