Posted on 30 April 2012.
Last week I had to interview another local food writer for an upcoming project. He suggested we meet at Union Bear and I jumped on it. It was a warm, sunny day, and I remembered their killer indoor/outdoor bar.
Sitting outside with the sun at my back and a cool breeze pouring through the West Village, I worked my way through a few of the local taps. Deep Ellum had a blonde I liked much better than their hyper-hoppy Dream Crusher. Then there was a Great Scot from Peticolas that was rich brown and malty. With the weather this nice I would have liked to work my way through as many taps as I could. Except I was working.
Enter the shandy.