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Monday, March 25, 2013

The Quest for Zombie Dust (or, To Three Floyds and Back Again)

Three Floyds' Brewing's Logo - credit to brewingsomefun.com
Right around December of last year was when I really started paying attention to online "Best Beer" ranking lists on RateBeer and BeerAdvocate. Previously, I had drank beer that I'd found on the shelves at stores, that friends offered me, or that were on tap at wherever I found myself drinking that evening.

A brewery called Three Floyds topped the 2012 "Best Breweries of the Year" list on RateBeer - and what's more, this mysterious brewery was located less than an hour from my hometown of Chicago! Now, bear with me for a bit, all you super-seasoned craft-beer drinking veterans. I know that none of this is new information for you, but to me it was cause for great excitement - that sort of mania that can only afflict the recent convert. The one brew of theirs that drew my eye the most was Zombie Dust, a Pale Ale. The label was graced with some truly awesome comic-book art from Tim Seeley (of the fantastic Revival out of Image Comics), and as if that Mjolnir-mongering-spider-demon-zombie-king wasn't enough to seal the deal, the description sure as hell did: "This intensely hopped and gushing undead pale ale will be ones only respite after the zombie apocalypse. Created with our marvelous friends in the comic industry." I had to try it.

When I got home for Christmas, I immediately set to the web to track down any possible information on the infamous ZD. I navigated to Three Floyds' facebook page, only to be blindsided by the heartrending declaration that the brewery had run out of ZD not five hours ago. Hope fading, I called every beer store in the area that had ever received a shipment of the stuff. The answer was the same, each time: "Sorry, we're out." The last call on the list was the worst: "Oh, man, wish you'd been here 15 minutes ago - we sold our last sixer." I sat back, defeated - my white whale was evading me.