BW staffers hear it every summer as we plunk another thermometer in yet another glass of beer for the Coldest Beer in Boise contest. "Gee, how can I get your job?" And honestly, by this point, the innocent bar patron is just lucky he or she doesn't get the thermometer shoved up his or her nose. Testing beers is tedious, and it never seems to end.
Then, once in a while, there's something that shakes us from our monotonous routine. A discovery that makes us stop, look up, and appreciate our jobs once again. One of those rare discoveries was the back yard at McCleary's Pub on State Street. As a duo of testers trooped inside, one of them ventured out a side door. Moments later, she reappeared, eyes wide with wonder. "Look at this," she whispered in a strained voice. Behind the unassuming building is an oasis for the beer-lover. An expansive, grass-covered yard filled with horseshoe pits, an area for volleyball, barbecue, picnic tables and room to run. We can't think of a better way to spend a relaxing summer afternoon than tossing iron horseshoes at a stick in the sand while holding a beer.