Sort of like Elvis fanatics . . . I just can't let go.
Almost 1 year ago Bishop's Bitter ceased to flow at Sherlock's Home Restaurant & pub in Minnetonka---on the stroke of Midnight 2002-2003.
The aforementioned (accursed!) 2003 has been a grim and real ale-less year in the Midwest. Oklahoma, even in Steinbeck's Dustbowl years, can't have been this ghastly and bleak (can it?).
Worse, I called the old number yesterday and after many months of there still being a message on there---a message that might one day have changed and merrily said: "We're pleased to announce that Sherlock's will re-open on. . . "---the line has been, finally, disconnected.
Sort of like Graceland being bulldozed flat or Elvis' fridge being carted off to a landfill. A bitter (bad word to choose) body blow.
I've heard rumors about Great Waters being somewhat OK for beer but have not made the trek as yet. I haven't the stomach (actually, thanks in no small part to Sherlock's finest ales, I do have the stomach, but you know what I mean) to face breaking in another "local."
Any news from you TC's locals? Is the building on Red Circle still there? Furnishings therein? Anyone in the loop as to what's going on? Plans to REOPEN? Where did all the legion of loyal real-ale punters go instead? Please reply if you are one of their number.
I'm thirsty for info: in fact at this stage . . . just plain THIRSTY.
Granite City seems to expand with more & more success and yet the flagship of the fleet may never reopen??
This infamy cannot surely stand in the greatest country on earth.
It was a great 13 years (I missed the first 5) but I hope like Elvis, Sherlock's *will* make a big comeback splash soon.
I even went to England for a few pints this year, but good beer wasn't that easy to find. A lot of wobbly lines and cloudy glasses of so-so bitter.
I preferred a pristine "orange-hued-with-the-setting-sun-glistening-through-the-west-windows-towards-Wayzata-refracting-through-the-single-malt-bottles-and-polished-beer-engine-brassing-and-off-Phil's-specs-into-the-imperial-pint-glass-like-an-Arthurian-seer's-crystal's-inner-mystic-unclouded-secret-core" pint of Bishop's any day! And 650 miles is a heck of a lot closer than schlepping across Greenland & Iceland, changing at Schipol, buying giant Toblerones . . . and all that tedium.
Still hoping "it's all a dream."
Happy New Year. Bah Humbug.