The title of this post is an exaggeration. I spent four days in Seattle last week, at a conference of technical writers, and in that time I managed to get around a bit and to catch a glimpse of that city's brewing life. With only four evenings to spare and a bit of afternoon time, it hardly qualifies as a full tour.
I was at the conference with my cohort, Binky. Binky and I have attended five such conferences over the past nine years. The first was in Seattle, and so too was this most recent one. Others we've attended have been hosted by Toronto, Cincinnati, and Chicago.
Seattle has always seemed like a special place for both of us, as that is where we first revealed to each other our secret, hidden degeneracies. You see, we both have a "thing" for fermented and brewed beverages, particularly of the kind that is made in small batches by brew masters whose main focus is on quality and distinction, and not just the bottom line.
Seattle, I am glad to report, is a fine brew town. There are plenty of brew pubs to choose from and they are scattered all over town.