Three Floyds

The first stop on our tour is Three Floyds in Munster, Indiana.  Located in an industrial park much like those in many cities ~ nothing particularly special about the site. 

Three Floyds has a couple of very popular brews ~ Gumball Head, Robert the Bruce, Pride and Joy for example.  Gumball Head is a favorite of my extended family and I have had quite a few bottles, and even a keg on the 4th of July...which was superb I must say. 

Husband and I visited Three Floyds on a quiet and cold Saturday afternoon.  The place was packed, especially with visitors from Illinois.  Three Floyds is not huge by any stretch, and they do not have a "waiting" area for those of us wishing for a seat.  We stood outside in a chilly vestibule with other visitors ~ a family of four, which included the mom and dad, just a bit younger than us,  their son and his girlfriend.  The girlfriend was vivacious, fun, mentioned she worked in a bar herself and was adorable.  Even with her very false eyelashes.  The other was a quiet couple, pretty much keeping to themselves.  The deal at Three Floyds was to give your cell phone # to the door guy and he would call you when he had a table for you.  

Music blasted...sort of a hard metal/punk rock thing. It was loud, even in the freezing vestibule.  I guess, since the door guy had our cell phone, we could have walked back to the car, but we chose to stand and wait with these other folks.  Soon, the couple got a call.  Well, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with that, does there? Except in the vestibule is a window into the bar area and a view of just a bit of the restaurant side.  Mom from Illinois notes couple arrived after them, and just got seated at a four top table in the bar.  She was not happy and stomped in to the door guy to let him know she was not happy.  Turns out, she says upon her return, that the door guy knew the couple.  I thought they might be waiting a long time for the next table, but within just moments, they were called.

So now, hubs and I are in the vestibule alone, shivering.  Pretty soon, a young woman comes in...I think we would say she was a hipster.  She had the prettiest  red lipstick on a perfect bow mouth.  She was joined by an attractive young man, wearing all black and Chuck Taylor shoes, a red wool hat pulled low and just so over his left eye, and a bit higher over his right eye.  Above his right eye, was a fringe of black bangs.  He was a cutie and very friendly.  He and this young woman needed to have their picture taken against the dark chalkboard, considering their touches of red.  I pondered this for quite a long time. 

Anyway, once we got inside, I looked the beer menu over which listed about 10 different options of Three Floyds and several "guest" brews, took in the sights of tatoos and black t-shirts, hoodies and jeans and went right for Zombie Dust as an order to our crew cut sporting waiter named David. 

I really liked it.  Hoppy...which means you get a strong taste of those wheat, flower head looking things they use to make beer.  Hops is a fast growing grain, and also can grow in a variety of climates, so you see a lot of small breweries growing their own hops.  We'll talk more about that in a future post

He tried BackMasking...it was also good, a dark beer with a pretty strong hop and that's kind of unusual.  I liked it as well.  I like dark beers as a preference, really, but so does hubs at times, so I let him choose that one.  Don't take that as meaning I didn't care for Zombie Dust because I did!

But, at Three Floyds...the french fries were possibly our favorite thing. Oh my goodness..hand cut fries that are drizzled in an herb butter.  Three Floyds is not a restaurant and don't advertise themselves as one.  They do have a couple sandwiches and appetizers, but those french fries? Awesome.  Our waiter, David, was maybe my second favorite thing...friendly but not fakey,  with good advice on beers, food and a mexican restaurant recommendation.  Of course, my favorite thing everywhere is talking to new people and hearing their stories.  We had a great time. 

Drive over to Munster for a taste.  Remember the vestibule is COLD and the wait can be long.  You can sign up for a tour and are guaranteed a table if you take it.  On our way out, we stopped in clean restrooms, and I ran into the girlfriend, with the eyelashes, and we then looked up their table.  They were having a great time, watching an old samuri movie projected on to the wall.  We wished them well, thanked them for the tips they gave us while sharing the cold space.