The
Eastern Iowa Airport is a little bit further away from Decorah that I
realized. When I plugged the route into
my GPS it told me that I was 112 miles away from my destination. 112 miles is a pretty good distance, but I
figured I could burn through it pretty quick.
No problem… I had an entire afternoon to kill. But I was thinking like a city boy. What I didn’t realize is that I would not be
travelling on an interstate. Between me
and Toppling Goliath was 112 miles of two lane highways, a half a dozen small
towns, residential streets, oversized tractors, and thousands upon thousands of
acres of corn. The posted speed limit
constantly changed from 70 miles per hour, to 25, and back. All in all it took me around two and a half
hours to drive each direction. It’s a
good thing I had my evening open as well.
The
Toppling Goliath taproom is in what could have been an old Pizza Hut or Chinese
food restaurant. The parking lot
appeared to be fairly full, but when I walked inside there was maybe only six
to eight patrons. Half of them were
nestled up to the little bar area, and the other half was sitting at a table in
the front “solar”. I settled into a
little table between the two.
I
came for the fabled pseudoSue, but I wanted to see what else they had to offer
as well. I ordered a pint of Naughty 90,
a heavily oaked English IPA, and began my self-guided tour around the small
taproom. The arched ceilings are tiled, and the floor is a nice hardwood. The first wall you see upon entry features an
array of merchandise, an open wood frame that leads into the front area, and a
flat screen television. Over the bar
there are pictures of their “Mug Club” participants, and small posters that
promote several of their brands. There
are two TVs on this side too. Of the
three televisions in the place, two featured big game hunting (not the same
channel). I got the impression that
animals would be dying on the third one too, but it was late in the baseball
season and some playoff races were getting down to the wire.
I
transitioned into a little people watching as I sipped on my pints of Rover
Truck Stout and ZeeLander (the latter is a brilliantly assembled, single hop
IPA made with Nelson Sauvin). Beer
drinkers of all ages came and went throughout my stay. The population of Decorah is only about eight
thousand people, so I felt like I was seeing a relatively good sample size of
the town. The dialog at the bar was rich
with Midwest-isms, and focused largely on guns and cars. Beer orders were affirmed with an “okie-dokie!”,
and folks left with a hearty “so long!”
I loved it.
Toppling
Goliath may be grabbing a lot of attention, but it’s unquestionably in a little
town in northern Iowa. I really
appreciated that they weren’t trying to be anything else. I ended up taking my pseudoSue back to my
hotel and drinking it out of small, plastic cups. This probably wasn’t the best way to enjoy
one of the most respected pale ales in America, but it worked out just fine in
the end. Ultimately it was a much longer
day of beer hunting than I expected, but fortunately it was worth the effort.
310
College Dr.
Decorah,
Iowa 52101
563-387-6700
http://www.tgbrews.com/site/
-Matt