Taberna Lupulo

I have to vent a minute. Last night we went out for dinner at a place called Taberna Lupulo for one of my classmates birthdays. The only thing that we knew about it, was that it supposedly had 120 types of beer on tap. If there is one thing that I have learned in Puerto Rico, it is that you should always be prepared for anything. First off, there were 15 of us and the place had 5 four person tables. We had no idea it was going to be that small. Also, I'm not sure people in Puerto Rico know what "on tap" means. I have never seen beer on tap anywhere on the island. Apparently it is really hard to get kegs, so all beer is served in bottles. Even if you order a pitcher, they just fill the pitcher with bottles or cans. Taberna Lupulo was no exception. Like any good Wisconsin girl, I really miss Spotted Cow and Honey Weiss. Medalla, Heinekin and an occasional Corona are no replacement for anything that Leinenkugel's or Capital Brewery make. I was super excited for the prospect of having good beer. They handed us menus and they did have 120 types of beer, but not a single one was from Wisconsin (or Canada). We talked to one of the guys who did the ordering and he said that they have a hard time getting Canadian beer because of issues with importing it. I asked him why they didn't have any Wisconsin beers and he told me that it was easier to get beer from the coasts (which would have made sense if they didn't have Goose Island from Chicago). AND THEN HE SAID, "Wisconsin is starting to get into making better beer. They have some new microbreweries that are finally putting out decent beer." Does he not realize that we have a history so deep in beer that we have a baseball team named after it? I mean really, Wisconsin has been brewing beer since before some of the west coast states were states. He is just lucky the coconut crusted chicken wrap with mango sauce was good and so was the company. (Even though I'm complaining, it was still a fun night. The waiter just rubbed me the wrong way. Don't knock my state or my beer.)

P.S. I still want a Spotted Cow.