Three Penny Taproom
Taps: 24 / Bottles: 10
Cask: Y / Beer-to-Go: N
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Reviews by mynie:
4.78/5 rDev +4.4%
vibe: 5 | quality: 4.75 | service: 4.75 | selection: 4.75 | $$
Vermont is the prettiest place I've ever seen, and its prettiest is marked by the absence of the ugliness that spots the rest of this once-gorgeous continent. Vermont is the mountainous south only with with hard-left tolerance replacing the inveterate racism, and it's even geener, flowery-er, more mountains and a bigger sun and bluer skies. And the people are genuinely friendly, like in Wisconsin or Minnesota. Again, unlike the south, where the friendliness is just a thin rhetorical veneer they put up so as to mask their astounding hatred of outsiders. This was a place where Weirdness was welcome, meaning my companion and I felt supremely at home wherever we went, and that feeling wasn't so ersatz Disney bullshit meant to disarm you into pouring your money into worthless plasticine trinkets, worthless plasticine memories. It was the real deal.
All the towns are small and bricky. All the stores have old-timey, hand-laid facades--there's none of that blighted truckstop scenery that pockmarks all of the rest of this country's roadways. Here there were no drooping power lines, no towering Citgo signs. Even Montpellier, the capital, looked like a weird northeastern instantiation of Mayberry. The downtown reminded me of what the cities of the upper Mississippi looks like in sepia-tone pictures and rose-tinted memoirs, back before the factories closed down and hope melted into a despondency and despondency gave way to placid existential futility based on racism and spite.
The downtown pub was Threepenny. At night it was happening, all full of attractive youngsters who engaged in nice conversation and welcomed us into their community. The bar was woody and old and the beer selection was the tops.
Next morning, we stopped by again (because, hey, it ain't like we were coming back again soon). Nothing too extreme, you know. Just have one before hitting the road back to Boston. Well one became like, I dunno, six, because the bartender told us they were about to pop on a keg of HF Citra and advised us to stay on. I mentioned wanting to live there and everyone around us said yeah, you should do that, and they said that without even the slightest hint of irony or sarcasm.
10-24-2013 16:26:30 | More by mynie
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