Posts tagged: Defunct Spokane breweries
Yes, I have posted similar photos a hundred times before. I just never tire of defunct Spokane breweries as a theme.
So are you supposed to read that “Draft beer…best type” or “Best draft type beer”?
I wonder how many of these are at the bottom of area lakes.
I totally understand if you do not share my fascination with old beer cans.
This is a different picture/different can than originally posted here. But it is also a conetop.
I know I've used Bohemian Club cans before. But I really like this one.
Have room for another?
Be sure to read the label.
You might enjoy the site below. The guy behind it is in Indiana, but apparently he has a particular interest in the old Schade Brewery here. The fact that his name is Schade might have something to do with that.
Who ever heard of a container holding 11 ounces?
Twelve? Sure. Sixteen? Of course. But 11?
Kind of like that “Spokane, U.S.A.”
You might be able to make out that both these bottles and the can below say “Spokane Brewery.”
Why should you care? No reason, really.
But me, I get a kick out of this sort of thing. And it's my blog, though the truth is I prefer to say “online thing.”
When I was a little kid, back in the steel cans era, my dad used to let me have a sip of his beer whevever I wanted. I suspect he hoped this lager sampling would make drinking seem less exotic in my eyes.
Sadly, I was subsequently thrust into a cold, heartless world where dedicated young scholars such as myself stumbled off to college without benefit of hearing those potentially life-saving “Remember to Drink Responsibly” public-service messages. I have to tell you that, as a freshman, I did not.
But that's another story. And if you remember the '70s, there's a good chance it's one you have heard before.
That's OK. You aren't going to find any of this in 2011.
And you'll have to come up with a Plan B for parties and picnics.
Well, maybe not quite yet. But keep in mind that I do start pretty early.
And there are few things I like better than kicking back with a convenient half gallon fun-size bottle of locally brewed beer after a hard morning of item forging. Even if it requires a bit of imagination.