Spud first visited
Missouri in June of 2013 when he drove to
St Louis. known for its ribs and beer, there was little surprise what
drew Spud to the city. Of course though, St. louis is also known for
its iconic Gateway Arch, so that was the first stop on his list.
Since 1965, the
630 foot tall Gateway Arch has stood on the banks of the Mississippi
River as a monument to the western expansion of the United States. Spud
learned that the original design plans were to build two arches that
were gold in colour, made from styrofoam hamburger boxes, but that changed
when original funding sponsor McDonald's pulled out. Today, the Arch
is singular and constructed of stainless steel, with a tram built inside
to carry visitors to an observation deck at the top.
The tuber boarded
the tram and climbed to the apex to get a bird's eye view of the town
below. It didn't take him long to spot one of the city's other iconic
spots: The Anheuser Busch brewery. That would be his next stop.
Busch set up shop in St Louis in 1852 after finding that the locals
in the area were looking for a beer flavoured water. Other, European
influenced breweries, were brewing beer that had alcohol in it, but
Busch discovered that the tea-tottling local patrons were getting inebriated
after only half a glass. As such, they would pass out after a bottle,
and thus sales would be minimal at best. Busch then set out to make
a drink that consisted mainly of water with only alcohol flavouring.
He figured if he could fool the public into thinking they were drinking
a manly drink, yet keep them from getting drunk, he would sell bottle
after bottle. He coined the beer 'Budweiser' which meant flavoured water
Busch's theory proved
accurate and his 'beer' has been fooling Americans ever since.
Spud signed up to
take a tour of the brewery and to see where the magic happens. Spud
continually asked the guide during the tour, how come there was so little
alcohol in the beer compared to other ales and lagers. the tour guide
feigned that he didn't hear the question and just carried on with the
charade. Undaunted, the side dish persisted with questioning to which
he got no response. When the tour entered the vat room, two surly henchman
emerged from behind a boiler and jumped the hapless tater. The two pummeled
the poor potato, knocking his teeth out in the process, before depositing
him unceremoniously in the gutter outside the brewery.
I guess it's safe
to say he wore out his welcome in St. Louis