The overriding question I had to ask myself last night as I eased onto the I-29 southbound ramp from 12th Street in Sioux Falls was this: Is a taste of any beer worth a 180-mile trip?

Answer: No.
Last night (Nov. 17th) Monk’s House of Ale Repute in Sioux Falls hosted a tapping party for a single keg of Surly Brewing Company’s Darkness.
Now Darkness just isn’t any beer. It’s a Russian imperial stout that’s so anticipated when it’s released each year, that the Brooklyn Center, Minnesota, brewery hosts a party to sell it. People stand in line for a chance to get one of 800 wristbands that will then allow them to buy six bottles of the beer at $18 per. Cash only, thank you.
It always sells out. Bottles of the stout are re-sold on e-Bay and traded to others on various beer websites. The beer is analyzed and dissected. Arguments are started over which year’s release of the beer has the best label art.
I don’t care if the beer is brewed by Elvis with help from Michael Jackson (no, not THAT Michael Jackson). I’m not gonna drive 730 miles to stand in line to buy an $18 beer. But, 180 miles for a $6.50 draw? I can do that.
The beer was good. Really, really, really, good. Great? Perhaps.
What was great was hanging out with an entire bar crammed-packed with people who love beer. It was SRO for the first hour and a half I was there. I spent the first 45-minutes wedged between a leather couch and three guys jammed around a two-top.
Fellow newspaper photographer and top flight Sioux Falls home brewer Elisha Page stopped to talk and – being both big guys – we ended up blocking a short stairwell. I’m sure the Sioux Falls fire marshal would not have approved. But no one who had to squeeze around us seemed to mind; we were all drinking good beer.
Enough people in Sioux Falls know about this blog, so there were always people coming up to ask about what beers were for sale in metro Sioux City that they can’t get in South Dakota. This drew the attention of a group of guys from Mitchell who made the 150-mile round-trip to Sioux Falls.
They made me run the gauntlet. “We need to find out if you really know what you’re talking about,” one asked before having me name my five top beers. I must have passed because I got a high-five for each of the beers I listed. I was in.

I wasn’t worried though. I was with (new) friends and we were having a great time talking beer.
I left with invites to drink beer in Mitchell the next time I was wandering though. And they are welcome anytime in Sioux City.
And that’s what made the trip worthwhile. The evening wasn’t really about the cult of Surly. It could have just as well have been Millstream, or Brau Brothers or Goose Island.
It was about the cult of good beer.
And just maybe, that’s the true reason people will stand in line for a wristband to stand in line to buy a beer.
Or drive 180 miles for a $6.50 draw.
-Tim Hynds