Ah, New Amsterdam. The City That Never Sleeps. The Big Apple. A city so nice they named it twice, notwithstanding its truly, embarrassingly brutal baseball program. We jest! We jest because we love. Baroness von Brue herself hails from Gotham, and that’s saying something. If shoebox-sized real estate and all the social warmth of an afternoon colonoscopy is your thing, you won’t find a better city. Anywhere. And New York boasts some terrific alehouses to boot! Indeed, New York’s relationship with the sudsy science goes back to 1612, when it was the only American city that claimed three flourishing commercial breweries. Native son George Ehret, a German who immigrated in 1857, was responsible for one of America’s first mega-breweries with an annual production at the end of the 19th century totaling 600,000 barrels. Jake Ruppert would follow in his footsteps. Was their beer any good? Nobody seems to remember. And that, dear friends, is New York in a nutshell.
FINEST ALEHOUSE: NEW YORK