My girlfriend and I went to Boston this past weekend and, due to both holiday-weekend traffic and a bad accident on I-91 in Connecticut, it took us seven-and-a-half hours to get there. The trip back was far more relaxing for a number of reasons.
Our trusty GPS took us back via an entirely different route. We took 95 to 91 to 84 to 90 (Massachusetts Turnpike) on the way there, but, on the return trip, the GPS’ shrill female voice commanded us to leave 84 for Connecticut Route 15, or the Wilbur Cross Parkway, which I had never heard of in my life. It actually turns out that the Wilbur Cross Parkway becomes the Merritt Parkway, which I have heard of, and that took us into the Hutchison River Parkway, the Saw Mill River Parkway, the Henry Hudson Parkway and, finally, the West Side Highway to the Lincoln Tunnel.
So, where does beer come into this?
While we were still on the Wilbur Cross Parkway, we decided to stop for lunch as soon as we found an exit that looked like it led to civilization. By civilization, I was really hoping for a Wendy’s, but what we ended up finding blew Wendy’s away.
We took the exit for Hamden, which I had also never heard of, and by sheer luck went right instead of left, where we actually would have found our Wendy’s. The first establishment on the right: SBC Restaurant and Brewery!
Leave it to me to find a brewery in the middle of nowhere!
The only unfortunate part of this tale of hops and malt is that they were out of their stout and their porter — the two beers I’d have really preferred — but I really enjoyed my pint of brown ale and my fish and chips.
It’s good to see my beer radar works, even in the middle of the Connecticut woods!