They have a hearse with built in taps you can rent for parties, for crying out loud.
The funny thing is, for all of their macabre theming and imagery, Ft. Myers’ first brewery Bury Me Brewing didn’t start strictly as a brewery catering to the Late October crowd. It’s actually more of a silly joke.
That joke makes sense when you learn about the owners of Bury Me, Barry and Mee (Messrs. Schrayer and Wichitsakulrat, respectively).
Regardless, they – along with brewmaster Bill Vaughn – have decided to have a little fun with their runaway joke. The hearse, the logo, the tap room, all a bit more reminiscent of the Haunted Mansion rather than Halloween Horror Nights.
This spills over into the beer names, naturally. Their core beers are in distribution, which is how I had a lovely pint of Six Feet Down (Oatmeal Stout, 5.9% ABV, 54 IBU) on a restaurant patio one cool Spring afternoon.
It’s as far away as you can get from the imagery of a beer named for casket depth underground.
It’s also really good. There’s something to be said for a chewy, viscous stout that has giant flavor and a remarkably understated aggressiveness. The balance here is quite extraordinary, literally walking softly and carrying a big stick.
The malt is thick and hangs low with heavy roasted flavor accentuated with coffee, molasses, and a bit of chicory. Yes, the oatmeal addition is noticeable and yes, it helps to smooth things out quite nicely. It’s still a big, bold brew.
Ft. Myers is a bit of a drive away, or I’m sure I would have been out there already. And it’s not because I’m scared, either.
But I would like to ride in that hearse.
Drink Florida Craft,