Right now I get to be living in Montevideo, Uruguay. This is a small country, with no brewing history, but with pretty decent beer drinking culture. Did I say culture? Well, that’s true only if you look at the figures, and not quality. Here you may find poor local beers, and expensive imported ones. By poor I mean beers with no head nor texture, aiming (I assume) to summer days.
My house is just some blocks away from the major brewery around, FNC. The product is really poor, but every now and then I get to smell the smooth malted barley while being massively mashed. Usually on Saturdays I get my last reading, Radical Brewing: Recipes, Tales and World-Altering Meditations in a Glass by Randy Mosher, go to my rooftop and sit back to enjoy through all senses.
If you like, you can see it by yourself. I mean, you may not be able to smell it, Goggle Maps aren’t that precise.