One of the great things about traveling to different parts of the United States is the chance to experience the differences that exist from one region to another. Whether it’s mountains versus seacoast versus rolling prairie, odd local food favorites, or curious accents found only in one part of the country, the intrepid traveler strives to check out, and appreciate, the unique aspects of different sections of our large and diverse country.
Regionality was once in danger of being lost, back in the ’60s, ’70s, and ’80s, with the rush toward sprawling national brands, like McDonalds and KFC and WalMart, that used the power of economies of scale and familiarity to put a lot of local concerns out of business. But the tide seems to have turned, and craft beers are leading the way.
Wherever you go — whether it’s Asheville, North Carolina, or San Antonio, Texas, or the Pacific Northwest, or Columbus, Ohio — small local breweries are creating their own unique brews, with labels and brands that typically celebrate some element of local culture. Even better, these entrepreneurs of the suds have been able to convince local pubs and grocery stores and gas stations to carry their offerings. Boosters are touting their successful local breweries as examples of the special qualities of their communities and how small concerns can thrive in their business-friendly towns. And virtually every sizable city and town lays claim to being one of the premier craft beer settings in the country.
Our recent trip to Maine was no different. New England generally, and Maine specifically, offer a lot of local beers that you simply can’t find here in the Midwest. I felt honor-bound to sample some of the distinctive offerings we found in restaurants and at the grocery store — it’s one of the duties of the intrepid traveler, in my view — and all of them were good. A particular favorite was Allagash White, a light, fizzy, crisp beer that went especially well with a steaming bowl of haddock chowder and oyster crackers on a rainy day. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a chance to try the Smiling Irish Bastard, but I did get a kick out of the name and the label.
It’s interesting that breweries have become a source of distinctive local pride, and it’s a trend that is good to see.