Tony is probably not super pumped about me putting this up for the world to see. But let's face facts here. I'm already 1,000 miles away and hopefully he will forget about this in the 6 year span until we see each other again. Getting a picture with this guy is like trying to capture a unicorn in a raccon trap, not gonna happen. Fortunately for me we were on the way to the budweiser plant in Houston that offers tours. A little chit chat about some delicious suds is just enough to distract the man while driving his 1984 plymouth reliant wagon. You read that right. He drives it on purpose. More on that later.... off to the factory.
We grab our first drink at the bar and meet our tour guide Maggie. She's cool enough to take just the three of us through the plant and spit our the repititious speech regarding the process. As we weave in and out of buildings one fact is made abundantly clear. This is a working factory first and a tour destination second. Compared to the Willy Wonka land of St. Lousis, this place is a sawmill. Another room brings us to the kettles where hops and yeast are turning into beer.
The tour continues and we end up in one of the rooms with holding tanks. Here we drink some Michelob Light on tap.
The tour wraps up and we cash in our vouchers for some free beer at the bar before we leave. Around a dozen employees are sitting around enjoying an afternoon draft and the mood is pleasant. We finish up and head back to the house for dinner. Another day in Houston wrapped up. Another one waiting for us tomorrow.