Speaking of blank stares.....
The only (really, truly, the only...) lousy part of my recent golf trip to Chicago was that I knew I'd be traveling to the land of sh..tty beer. At one place, when I politely asked what they might have, the waitress replied, "You name it, we've got it," so I asked for something from the only semi-decent small brewery in the city -- Goose Island (which isn't all that good...).
A big blank stare. I settled for a Sam Adams.
Good beer may be the single best thing about living in Wisconsin.
As for the golf, my better half has still not gotten over the "golfing with guys I met on the Internet" thing (and driving 2-3 hours to do so.) I profusely thanked the good folks at Beverly CC at their recent media day for providing me with enough things -- scorecard, media press kits, the like -- to actually prove when I got home that I'd actually, you know, been there...