We tried.
We tried so hard.
Iron City gave up all distribution in Texas shortly after we moved here, so for over two years we’ve only had what we could smuggle back on the plane from trips home. We’ve long since finished the last bottle from our most recent visit, and have been on a long dry spell.
But we just had to find a way to have Iron City for the Super Bowl.
This was a difficult proposition. According to the Iron City website (which is malfunctioning right now, or I’d link to it), the closest place to directly purchase a case is Oklahoma City. And don’t think I didn’t consider actually driving to Oklahoma City, because I did. I just couldn’t get the time off work to make the mother of all beer runs.
Next option – mail order. Mr. TR was thrilled to discover Vintage Cellar’s website which ships beers nationwide from Blacksburg, VA (except, according to their site, Kentucky, Tennessee, Maryland, Indiana, Utah, and Massachusetts). We placed our order, cringing at the $60 shipping cost but willing to sacrifice.
Well.
Like the surprise twist ending of The Crying Game, there was a surprise ending to our beer order.
They won’t ship to Texas either. Why that’s not part of the list of no-no states is anyone’s guess.
So, now it’s too late. No Iron City for the Super Bowl. We’ll be settling for the glass lined tanks of Old Latrobe New Jersey.
Gentlemen, start your superstitions.
