Even since the early 1990’s when Yuengling Lager began to appear on tap in Lancaster establishments, I have always wanted to make a trek up to Pottsville to visit the brewery. Well, falling under the category “better later than never,” my coal country Slovakian descent neighbor Sean, who I now call Shirley, and I mushed ourselves up 61 North to the oldest brewery in America.
First picture is me in front of the Yuengling Brewery after we scored relatively level street parking in front for 75 cents/three hours (the hills are steep in this part of Pa):
There she is in all of her glory….
Second, we also wanted to score some authentic Eastern European food. Shirley is the authority on this. Once, I bought Mrs. T’s Pierogies that sat in my fridge for years so I am unqualified to assess this cuisine. Shirley is. We went to Lisa’s down the road from the brewery:
Check out the sign:
Have to love the written in ‘C’s.” We joked on the way home that the menu offerings would have to have “C’s” in them due to the permanent nature of the ink. It probably was Dry-Erase but it still made us laugh. As it was we ordered the obviously ethnic food, the Halushki’s and Pierogies.
Here is a picture of them in their greasy goodness:
Shirley gave it two thumbs up…we could have used some Yuengling Lager to cut the grease. But it was excellent. Particularly liked the red onions floating like flotsam on the sea of oil.
Next pic, a poster of the evils of alcohol and the messianic promises of Prohibition:
Well, needless to say, beer is back with us and the The New York World stopped publishing in 1930…Yuengling made near beer and opened up an ice cream factory across the other side of the street until the Ice Age of Prohibition thawed. Notice the hearty endorsement of eugenic Nazi-like policies above its pronouncement on Prohibition. Idiots.
You heard of the Bud Girls? Well, these are the Yuengling Girls:
Real party girls here. Actually, they washed the bottles which explains their dour expressions…
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Sclemeel, schlemazel, hasenfeffer incorporated”
Here is Laverne (me) and Shirley. I know it is probably not original and the guide has to get anger management not to slap the tourists when they recreate the scene. These were cans whipping by…watch your fingers
Next pic, down in the cave where they used to chill the beers before refrigeration:
Was expecting to see Gollum skirting about with an empty, “We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false! “
After the tour concluded we were given two small brews to sample. I had the Yuengling Premium and the Lord Chesterfield Ale. These two brews used to be the nastiest two evil twin swills on Planet Earth. Even since the son bought the brewery back in the last decade or two in the 2oth century, things have been on the upswing. I am glad that I have completed the circle and visit and had the opportunity to drink these two tasty brews that had left such a bad taste in my mouth.
The tour was an hour and change long and well worth the time. I know that Yuengling is not a micro but times are hard all over and we in Pa. have to celebrate our successes and Yuengling is certainly one of them.
BTW, I won’t be calling my friend Sean “Shirley.” I just did that as a craven appeal to stoke interest. Cheers!