Where the Hell is West Glover

You take a left on Taylor Road and follow that all the way to 16.  Left on 16, then a left on Bean Hill, and then you arrive at Parker Pie Company. 

Seems easy enough—and it really isn’t all that hard to make your way—but West Glover isn’t actually “on-the-way” to anything, other than itself. In a town of less than a thousand people, and that’s if you count Glover and West Glover together, Parker Pie is a veritable institution of all sorts.

Tucked inside the Lake Parker General Store, Parker Pie has a front- and back-bar, a sprawling patio and outdoor lawn, plenty of snowmobile parking in the winter. It offers sandwiches, salads, wings, and (of course) pizza pie. And beer—lots of it, and some of the best that the world has to offer. Multiple beers from Hill Farmstead on draft, “guest” beers from the like’s of Jackie O’s and Crooked Stave, bottles of Cantillon, Drie Fonteinen, Tilquin…the spot has it all. 

Parker Pie was my “Sunday spot,” the place to casually sit and enjoy a glass of Edward on a day off from work. A moment of peace and stillness in an often loud and fast life. After having the chance to revisit last week, I realize that it may be way the hell out in the middle of nowhere, but it still is one of my favorite places in the world.