Drinker in the Rye

In Kalamazoo the Froodley Doo of Loy Norrix High climb Trufulla trees with large purple leaves that reach to the sky. Only two of the nouns in the previous sentence are fictitious. Wikipedia suggests that "Kalamazoo" is of Native American origin and that "Loy Norrix" was a former superintendent. I have my doubts.

Around lunch time, the mundanely named Bell's brewery found us nursing six beers of a sampler. It's a good thing they served food, otherwise we would not have made it to Detroit that day. I can't recall precisely, but I believe the menu went something like this:
Wedding Ale
Kal-Haven Ale
Golden Rye
Rye Pale Ale
Rye Stout
Rye Barleywine
Sensing a theme? That's actually 5 out of 6 Rye-based brews: according to sources the Kal-Haven is an "experimental rye... wild yeast." Yum.

I was very pleased to find a full sampler that was available exclusively at the brewpub. Though I wasn't really in the mood for more beer, I quickly warmed up to the delightfully crisp sweetness of the Wedding Ale. The Kal-Haven's wild yeast was not overpoweringly strong. The balance was such that I didn't realize it had any rye at all. The Rye Barleywine, another huge beer, notable for the ease of its quaffability and the lack of heavy alcohol ester, would have kept me from driving had I not split the six ounces with Leigh.

After Bell's we visited Leigh's mom's childhood house and her dubiously named High School. I did not see any Truffula trees.