It's been a while since I've seen a growler; my first experience with "real beer" in the states. Took the missus away to the 'wilderness' for her birthday, and wound up in a tiny brewpub sandwiched between the middle of nowhere, and lake superior.
At first you feel a little out of place, in a tiny pub, in a tiny village, way off the track. Next thing you know you're drinking a blueberry ale with the brewmaster and a local, and they bought 'erself a round for her birthday.
We lived 3 hours away from this place, so being able to take home a couple of jugs was wonderful. And on the Craft marketing side - the perfect excuse to go back.
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www.grandmaraismichigan.com/LSBC/ - our only complaint is they sold beer faster than they could brew it!)