
Vacations are always a double-edged sword for me. On the one hand, the time off from the daily grind is always a welcome thing, but the work that it takes to prepare for vacation and the work that inevitably accumulates while on vacation almost render that time off … or at least its intended effect … null and void. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. Since I’ve been back in town from my family’s Florida vacation over this last week, I’ve been meaning to write a recap of the trip and share a few of the more interesting beer-related adventures I experienced in the Sunshine State but life had other plans.
Finally, I’ve seen my way clear to offer a brief synopsis and make mention of a couple of the more memorable “beer moments” over the last week. Nothing exceptionally exciting, I fear, but this was as much by design as anything since I didn’t really plan the vacation (this time) around beer specifically … I just sort of happened into it as the week progressed.

We departed from St. Louis on Sunday, June 8th on
American Airlines. We flew first class, which was kinda nice … primarily for the legroom it afforded me (I’m just shy of 6’ 4”, so I’m a little cramped in most coach seats), but also because I knew we would get complementary in-flight service – translated … free beer! My excitement over the complementary beverages was quickly squelched when the flight attendant recited the beer list to me … let’s see, there was
Budweiser,
Bud Light,
Labatt,
Heineken and
Amstel if memory serves … all served up in ice-cold 12oz cans. For reasons I can’t readily recall now, I ordered an
Amstel. Isn’t Amstel named for an old Dutch word meaning “
land abounding with watery beer?” I think so. Mine was half frozen and I considered trying to produce a small quantity of Amstel "Eisbier" in my small cocktail glass over the course of the two + hour flight to Tampa International.
No success.

The beer outlook got considerably better a day or two later with a brief trip to
The World of Beer (the website associated with this store takes you to a rather cryptic placeholder page heralding the coming of something completely different and better ... I have no idea what that means.) in Clearwater. This was a very small specialty beer store in a strip mall. My wife and I arrived and went in with much anticipation. The beer selection was really pretty decent and I was able to purchase several beers I intended to enjoy back at the condo over the course of the week. The downside was twofold with this place – one, the prices were on the high side in my opinion, and two, the place was so smoke-filled that it made lingering very long in the store nearly impossible unless you wanted to come away smelling of an ashtray. My wife certainly didn’t and opted to wait in the rental (a cool bright yellow
Toyota FJ Cruiser, by the way). I didn’t want her to have to wait in the heat for too long, so I hurried up my selection process and came away with a
Dogfish Head Immort Ale,
Brasserie Dupont Foret Organic Saison,
Oud Beersel Kriek Vieille, and several other choice selections.

On either Wednesday or Thursday night we decided to drive into St. Petersburg, about 30 minutes away, and visit the
Independent – a hip little beer bar I’d heard about before and hoped to visit on this trip. This was a pretty cool little place with a very diverse clientele and a decent, albeit somewhat underwhelming, beer selection. With three large stainless steel tap fonts each holding 4 beers taps on the bar, I was initially excited to see what they kept on draught - nothing too exotic here, but a few solid selections such as
Delirium Tremens,
Unibroue Maudite and
Reissdorf Kolsch, along with a few more pedestrian beers like
Okocim. They also had several of the Trappist ales available in bottles, but here again the prices seemed a little exorbitant to me … $16 for a single 33cl bottle of Rochefort 10? Maybe if I’d never had the pleasure of trying this beer, but I couldn’t bring myself to pay that much … but I don't know if I would when I know I can get it for considerably less elsewhere.
My main complaint might have been my own fault, really. I promised Erin I’d try to order beers that I hadn’t tried before. This seemed a reasonable promise based on the anticipated selection I’d find at the
Independent. No such luck. I kid you not; the first three beers I tried to order were out of stock … leaving me to default back to tried and true favorites like
Duchesse De Bourgogne. This isn’t a horrible thing, of course, but a little bit of a disappointment since I’d really looked forward to experiencing a new beer or two. Granted, I’ve tried a lot of beers, and most patrons might not have the problem I had, but a closer and more frequent revision of the bottled beer lists and tap selection might be in order here. Otherwise, this was a really cool little spot and the bartender, whose name I can’t recall now (sorry) was courteous and quite apologetic for their lack of inventory.

On Friday night, Erin and I crossed back over to Tampa and sought out a little spot called the
Mellow Mushroom – a
hippy-happy little pizza kitchen with a surprisingly robust beer list. The first thing I noticed when I walked in the door was a chalkboard sign just inside the front door displaying the featured beers available. I smiled instantaneously when I saw that one of the featured bottled beers was
Dogfish Head’s recent wood-aged brown
Palo Santo Marron. Once we were seated, I ordered one up only to discover that they were out of Palo Santo. I regrouped, surveyed the beer menu, and opted for a
Brooklyn Brown Ale on draught instead. Guess what … out of that one too! What is this?!?! Am I on some beer geeks version of candid camera or something?
The food was pretty good – I had the steak and cheese calzone and Erin had a “white” pizza of some sort. After a little while, my curiosity got the better of me and I wandered over to the beer coolers behind the bar just to see if there might be anything in there that wasn’t on the beer menu. As a matter of fact, staring me back in the face were two distinct 750ml bottles with that familiar DFH band – they had a bottle of
Dogfish Head Red & White and another of
Black & Blue stuck in there. All was not lost. Despite the fact that neither beer really complimented our menu choices, I opted for the Red & White. After a warning from our server that this was a “
really expensive beer,” we got the bottle and two Unibroue tulip-style glasses in short order.

How was the Red & White? Decent, of course, and not at all bad in and of itself, but this is not a witbier of any sort I’ve ever encountered. Once again, DFH has stretched style boundaries so far as to make them almost obsolete. If I were to guess at this beer, not knowing anything about it going in, I’d label it a Belgian style tripel if anything … and a pretty good one at that. I got very little of the coriander or orange peel, and only a slight hint of the pinot noir oak this beer was aged in … good beer, confused appellation.
Finally, after our
Mellow Mushroom experience, we stopped in the
World of Beer (not affiliated with the afore-mentioned retailer in Largo, as far as I know). This was a hybrid business of sorts – part bar and part retailer. Ironically, this
World of Beer was smoke free as far as I could ascertain and quite plentifully stocked with good beer. I wasn’t feeling well that evening (my wife knows I’m really not well when I don’t want to drink any beer) and instead of staying and ordering a few draughts, we opted to purchase a mixed six-pack of a few more beers I haven’t had before (sticking with my promise for the week right to the bitter - or perhaps malty? - end) and taking them back with us. I grabbed a
St. Bernardus Wit, a
Brouwerij Van den Bossche Lieven Tripel, a couple of DFH Palo Santo and several others and these were the beers I wrapped up, bagged and packed in the checked luggage for the trip home.
Everything survived, in case you’re wondering.
All in all, the Florida trip was relaxing, fun and not too hot. Despite my intentional avoidance of “scouting out” beer destinations ahead of time like I typically do for family vacations, I managed to find a few bright spots along the way.
Indian Shores was devoid of good beer, but replete with gorgeous beaches,
birds, sunsets and the surrounding area isn’t bad at all for the beer traveler –- you just have to know where to look and be willing to do a little driving and map-reading … or in our case, a little bit of programming in the ‘ol GPS (we’re nothing if not technologically-dependent).
My biggest regret was not having the opportunity to visit the
Yeungling brewery or the Ybor City
Tampa Bay Brewing Company whist in the area. I have to remind myself that we were there primarily for the beaches and not the beer … although I ended up getting my fill of both when it was all said and done, so I really can’t complain.