the beer belly of america

While reading food blogs today, I came across an article on FloatingSheep that made me proud to be a Midwesterner. And, more specifically, to have both a mother and a significant other who were bred, born and raised in Wisconsin. I love beer, all sorts of beer (except for generic light beer that tastes like a college frat party in a cup), and it's good to know I chose to settle down in a place where that love of beer is applauded.

I think this graph that compares the number of grocery stores to bars says it best:


On, Wisconsin! indeed.