In the center of Andersonville, a trendy neighborhood on Chicago's far north side, you'll find a bar with 18 different Belgian beers on tap.
One of my favorite memories at The Hopleaf (and let me stress, these are blurry memories) involves teasing the bartender about one of the taps. The picture on the leaver was crumpled, crooked and black & white. I said, "That looks like it was made on a xerox machine." The bartender answered, "It was." He then explained that the owners had single-handedly imported an beer so obscure that the only branding they could find was printed on the keg. And let me tell you this beer - which tasted like licking a copper spoon - was specular.
If you go, make sure to order the mussels for two in the beer sauce.