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Right. Let’s just talk about beer instead.
Specifically, the kind they make at Three Taverns Craft Brewery, a cavernous sud factory and bi-level tasting room where Belgian-style beers are conceived, brewed and transported to pint glasses for your general amusement, opening Friday in Decatur.
The tasting part here won’t come as too much of a shock. A) You’re already familiar with their IPA from around town, and B) it feels just like a gritty bar inside. Reclaimed-wood walls. Brick recovered from a building demolition 100 years ago. Dim lighting provided by handmade beer bottle chandeliers.
Plan on ducking out of work early on Friday and heading here. Give them some money. They’ll give you a pint glass and some wooden tokens in return. You can use those things to drink seasonal Russian imperial stouts and Decatur Ryeson saisons (the latter’s only available here and at Twain’s). Bring one upstairs to the mezzanine directly above the bar. Look down. Feel unjustifiably empowered.
Oh, and about the tour component: they do at least three a night. Hop on one and you’ll get to see the bottling line and a six-ton boiler nicknamed Bertha.
Thing practically named itself.
Right. Let’s just talk about beer instead.
Specifically, the kind they make at Three Taverns Craft Brewery, a cavernous sud factory and bi-level tasting room where Belgian-style beers are conceived, brewed and transported to pint glasses for your general amusement, opening Friday in Decatur.
The tasting part here won’t come as too much of a shock. A) You’re already familiar with their IPA from around town, and B) it feels just like a gritty bar inside. Reclaimed-wood walls. Brick recovered from a building demolition 100 years ago. Dim lighting provided by handmade beer bottle chandeliers.
Plan on ducking out of work early on Friday and heading here. Give them some money. They’ll give you a pint glass and some wooden tokens in return. You can use those things to drink seasonal Russian imperial stouts and Decatur Ryeson saisons (the latter’s only available here and at Twain’s). Bring one upstairs to the mezzanine directly above the bar. Look down. Feel unjustifiably empowered.
Oh, and about the tour component: they do at least three a night. Hop on one and you’ll get to see the bottling line and a six-ton boiler nicknamed Bertha.
Thing practically named itself.
