As I promised myself, I rise fairly late. After a good, long, deep sleep. It’s done me a power of good.
While I’m in the bathroom I hear a crash. The light next to the door has fallen down. I’m glad I wasn’t standing underneath it at the time.
Having spotted a Rock Bottom brewpub just past that huge column, I trawl along there about noon. I’m not meeting Rick until 2 PM.
On the way, I take a good look at the monument. It commemorates Indiana citizens who fought in a whole series of wars, some obscure and some of which I haven’t heard of. Most interesting is what isn’t represented: WW I and WW II. I suspect the reason was that there was no space left.
They might not offer the most exciting beers in the world, but Rock Bottom brewpubs are pretty reliable, not stupidly priced and have OK food. Good enough for me. Especially as I plan on having a late breakfast here.
Mm. Don’t really fancy any of the food for breakfast. I’ll just have a double bourbon instead. Almost as nourishing as a fry up. I’m sure I’ll be eating with Rick soon, anyway. What’s the worst that could happen?
The footie is on the telly. And the Arses are getting whipped. Teehee.
Rick picks me up as arranged at 2 PM. Our first stop is at Daredevil. Which is out by the speedway. Which we go and take a quick look at.
Daredevil is a cavernous modern space. Brewery one side, taproom the other. It’s a pretty standard layout. That I’m seeing copied a lot in Europe.
We chat with Michael Pearson, head brewer and founder, and drink a couple of beers.
Before leaving, I’m given a couple of cans. That’s a
relief. I dare put these fuckers in my luggage. My faith in crown corks
has been broken. And I’m sure those cans will come in handy, sometime*.
When I don’t fancy lugging a bottle along,
Next stop is Sun King. Who are fairly well-known, I hear, over here.
The weather hasn’t improved. But the colourful muriel lifts my mood. Though really it’s my stomach that needs lifting. I really should have had some breakfast. Still, what’s the worst that could happen?
Excuse me if my brewery descriptions are turning to total crap. I’ve seen so many. Adored my reflection in so much stainless. I’m getting breweries out.
A brewers shows us around. But I’m feeling a little vague. We have eaten haven’t we? I fear not. Still, these beers aren’t that strong, are they?
Why am I lying on my bed fully clothed? Must have nodded off. I blame low blood sugar.
In the lobby I find an almost inedibly dry sandwich and a bag of crisps. Almost inedible. I manage to force it down.
At least they’ve fixed the busted light while I was out.
Where was it I had breakfast again?
* They do, indeed, come in handy.
10 W Washington St,
Tel: +1 317-681-8180
1151 N Main St,
Sun King Brewing
135 N College Ave,
Tel: +1 317-602-3702
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