The Dive Bomber: An All-Star at the League Lounge
Still, as a journalist in St. Louis, I'd be remiss if I didn't do some research in my area of expertise. So I found the diviest sports bar closest to my house -- the League Lounge in Belleville -- to experience the midsummer classic.
The place was packed like every bar in the metro area, but only two people were watching the game on an old 24-inch television without closed captioning. Stevie Ray Vaughn on the jukebox took priority over the game.
I made a new friend, who introduced himself because I was drinking Stag, which is pretty standard in Belleville. The brewery may have left two decades ago, but it's still the cheap beer of choice. And yet this guy was surprised to see someone drinking it. After talking about fancy beer for a bit, he invited my entire family to come drink beer with his family at their house in one of the nearby rural towns.
Such is life in Belleville, where even a major national sporting event fifteen miles up the road doesn't interfere neighborliness over the beloved no-longer-local brew.
Robin Wheeler writes the blog Poppy Mom. She also has a strange attraction to drinking establishments with jars of pickled -- or possibly fossilized -- eggs. She reports on these dives for Gut Check every Thursday.