Okay, here’s the deal: I love Chicago. I love history. I love beer. And all in that order. I love them so much that I have made a career of pulling all three together. I’ve always said that if I could live in Chicago during a specific time period, I would choose the late 1870s. We were a thriving beer town with nothing but hope for both beer makers and beer consumers. A thirsty and creative city full of promise. A population that pulled together to build community for a greater sudsy good. Greatness was our destiny — our only destiny.