The barman produces another cup
Undismayed he wipes and turns it up
Then fills it with golden liquid
And dun froth, more of the hearty sup.
Why eat when you can drink?
Why work when you can think?
And when the waves are so cool, so comforting,
Why swim when you can sink?
Mistress barley golden hair
Will take you in her tender care
Let yourself sink to her tan
Bosom and nevermore gasp for air.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Monday, January 21, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Beer Run 2012
So the whole beer run idea was my brother's. He runs all the time, and he sold it like this, "There are tons of breweries near Pops' house. We can try some beers and burn off the alcohol by running."
Now, as far as I'm concerned, running for its own sake is like shuffling but never dealing a game. But obviously I do love my beer, so I signed up. Besides, he's not in town that much, and he and I and Pops don't get to hang out that much, so it seemed like a great opportunity.
The run took place last Saturday, supposed to start around 2pm. I get to Pops' place about a quarter till. Pops is there, hanging out with his friend Junebug, who has a half shot of whiskey left. The shower is on, and I assume that Linus is in there. It doesn't make any sense to me to take a shower before you run, but, hey, maybe he knows better than me--after all he does run all the time.
Then Pops explained: "Your brother is in the shower."
"I figgered," I said.
"He just got home. He was out drinking all night with his buddy."
Turns out they went to the Cheeky Monk and enjoyed a bunch of tasty beers the night before. So, likely no running.
Linus got out and confirmed that there would likely be no running. He looked pretty bad. He was chugging some Water Plus or something like that. Then he had to excuse himself and returned with the wisdom: "Good Times is not so good the second time."
But he looked better and pronounced that he felt better. He just needed a cup of tea and then we could go.
While he was drinking his tea, we listened to some of Junebug's stories. He was talking about his best fishing season, with over 1600 caught. His best day, apparently, was about 116, he said, with his own flies. He also told us how when he went in the service he wanted to get assigned something he could use after he got out, like an electrician or something. What'd he get? Bomb loader. Now that's a skill with a lot of private sector demand.
Junebug finished his whiskey and left, and we got out walking about 3 or so.
Linus and I ordered the Christmas Ale, but I can't remember what Pops ordered this first time. It's not one of their mainline beers. Christmas Ale was a little bland for a winter warmer, but not bad.
We were getting ready to leave when we got invited to go on the tour. Since it included a free beer, we said, what the hey, and we went along. Linus got the Vanilla Porter. Pops got the Lucky U IPA, and I got the Stranahan's Vanilla Porter. This was a super delicious beer. The normal Vanilla Porter is just okay, but the whiskey hints fill in the leading edge of the flavor, accentuate the vanilla and enrich the malts. Highly recommended.
One excellent side effect of Stranahan's increasing its output since it was purchased by that industrial liquor maker is that almost everybody in Colorado offers some variant on a whiskey barrel aged beer. Some are really good and others are just okay, but on the whole I'd say that we beer drinkers got the best of that deal.
The brewery tour was just what they most always are. Not too interesting, except for a few little tidbits I'll leave for you to discover when you go. The bottling lines were silent, as was the canning line--which was really tiny--but they were filling barrels for aging, and once they pulled off the hose and a bunch of pressure escaped, making a loud noise that startled a bunch of people.
First round was a Hammer and Sickle for Linus, a Radiator for Pops, and a Midnight in Bruges for me. The MiB is a pretty tasty black IPA, though it has less of the heavy coffee-and-chocolate notes you'd expect based on its color and style. It was more of a sweet caramel taste, which gave it two distinct flavor peaks: the sweet malt and the bitter hops. These kind of crest one after another, never quite harmonizing, but not interfering with one another, either.
Second round I got a HaS, Linus got a Lost Brotha, and Pops got a 5 O'Clock Blonde because he said he wanted to get something light. The HaS was a pretty good Russian imperial stout, but not as good as the Moose and Squirrel. Linus said the LB was a pretty good Belgian style dark ale.
It was getting pretty cold by this time. The sun had been down for an hour or more, and it had never been a particularly warm day. But I didn't really feel the chill. We walked by Lincoln Park, and looked at the projects they were tearing down to make room for more projects, apparently.
It was kind of weird, because they tore down the buildings in a way that half of each apartment was left--two rooms connected by an open hallway, separated from the next apartment by a flimsy wall and medicine cabinet--the sort of arrangement that always reminds me of Candyman. There was also a weird beeping sound coming from them, like somebody forgot to remove the battery from a smoke detector and it was just warning that its battery would soon be dead.
It's only about a mile and a half from Pops' place to Strange Brewing, but it seemed like a long way at that time of night, in the cold, past demolished buildings and then through the industrial district. We were definitely ready to be there by the time we reached it.
We sat in their warehouse space adjacent to the taproom, which they didn't have last time I was there. It was supposed to be heated by one of those little propane stand heaters, but they were out of propane, so that was that. They didn't even try to turn it on for us--they only tried to turn it on when a beer tour van rolled up. Then they set up a little electric heater, but that did about nothing, so we moved back to the taproom.
Second round was Cherry Kriek for both Linus and I, which pours out really pretty, which a tall, pink head. And actually it's a super tasty brew, too. Very tart, but easy to drink.
Overall, it was a really great day, full of wonderful conversation--most of which I can't really remember, except to say that it was remarkably free of those awkward pauses and long silences that often characterize time spent with my father and brother. Something I definitely want to repeat, though perhaps maybe on a sunny spring day when it stays light and warm much longer.
Now, as far as I'm concerned, running for its own sake is like shuffling but never dealing a game. But obviously I do love my beer, so I signed up. Besides, he's not in town that much, and he and I and Pops don't get to hang out that much, so it seemed like a great opportunity.
The run took place last Saturday, supposed to start around 2pm. I get to Pops' place about a quarter till. Pops is there, hanging out with his friend Junebug, who has a half shot of whiskey left. The shower is on, and I assume that Linus is in there. It doesn't make any sense to me to take a shower before you run, but, hey, maybe he knows better than me--after all he does run all the time.
Then Pops explained: "Your brother is in the shower."
"I figgered," I said.
"He just got home. He was out drinking all night with his buddy."
Turns out they went to the Cheeky Monk and enjoyed a bunch of tasty beers the night before. So, likely no running.
Linus got out and confirmed that there would likely be no running. He looked pretty bad. He was chugging some Water Plus or something like that. Then he had to excuse himself and returned with the wisdom: "Good Times is not so good the second time."
But he looked better and pronounced that he felt better. He just needed a cup of tea and then we could go.
While he was drinking his tea, we listened to some of Junebug's stories. He was talking about his best fishing season, with over 1600 caught. His best day, apparently, was about 116, he said, with his own flies. He also told us how when he went in the service he wanted to get assigned something he could use after he got out, like an electrician or something. What'd he get? Bomb loader. Now that's a skill with a lot of private sector demand.
Junebug finished his whiskey and left, and we got out walking about 3 or so.
First Stop: Breckenridge
Breckenridge Brewery on 5th & Kalamath is a nice little brewery/BBQ. I've been in a few times, and always had fair service and good beer, though I hadn't tried the food. Linus said he needed to eat some soup, so he ordered a cup. I ordered some wings, which had a tangy smoky BBQ sauce. Very tasty, which is good because neither Linus nor Pops really embraced their commitment to eat some, so I ended up eating most of the dozen.Linus and I ordered the Christmas Ale, but I can't remember what Pops ordered this first time. It's not one of their mainline beers. Christmas Ale was a little bland for a winter warmer, but not bad.
We were getting ready to leave when we got invited to go on the tour. Since it included a free beer, we said, what the hey, and we went along. Linus got the Vanilla Porter. Pops got the Lucky U IPA, and I got the Stranahan's Vanilla Porter. This was a super delicious beer. The normal Vanilla Porter is just okay, but the whiskey hints fill in the leading edge of the flavor, accentuate the vanilla and enrich the malts. Highly recommended.
One excellent side effect of Stranahan's increasing its output since it was purchased by that industrial liquor maker is that almost everybody in Colorado offers some variant on a whiskey barrel aged beer. Some are really good and others are just okay, but on the whole I'd say that we beer drinkers got the best of that deal.
The brewery tour was just what they most always are. Not too interesting, except for a few little tidbits I'll leave for you to discover when you go. The bottling lines were silent, as was the canning line--which was really tiny--but they were filling barrels for aging, and once they pulled off the hose and a bunch of pressure escaped, making a loud noise that startled a bunch of people.
Second Stop: Renegade
Our next stop was Renegade Brewing over between Kalamath and Santa Fe on 9th. They haven't been there very long. I remember I first stopped in just a few days after they opened. They were happy because they'd just gotten their custom-crafted tap handles (they didn't tell me what they used before then), but they only had two beers available. I tried the Ryeteous IPA at the time, which was okay, but I think they've tweaked the recipe since then and if you pick it up in the cans, it's a really tasty brew--if you like rye and you like IPAs.First round was a Hammer and Sickle for Linus, a Radiator for Pops, and a Midnight in Bruges for me. The MiB is a pretty tasty black IPA, though it has less of the heavy coffee-and-chocolate notes you'd expect based on its color and style. It was more of a sweet caramel taste, which gave it two distinct flavor peaks: the sweet malt and the bitter hops. These kind of crest one after another, never quite harmonizing, but not interfering with one another, either.
Second round I got a HaS, Linus got a Lost Brotha, and Pops got a 5 O'Clock Blonde because he said he wanted to get something light. The HaS was a pretty good Russian imperial stout, but not as good as the Moose and Squirrel. Linus said the LB was a pretty good Belgian style dark ale.
Third Stop: Pops' House
After we left Renegade, Pops was staggering pretty bad. He didn't think he could make it any further, so we went back to his place--which is basically around the corner from Renegade: we'd already passed it and had to go back--to rest up a little bit. We hung out, talked some more, and then headed out.It was getting pretty cold by this time. The sun had been down for an hour or more, and it had never been a particularly warm day. But I didn't really feel the chill. We walked by Lincoln Park, and looked at the projects they were tearing down to make room for more projects, apparently.
It was kind of weird, because they tore down the buildings in a way that half of each apartment was left--two rooms connected by an open hallway, separated from the next apartment by a flimsy wall and medicine cabinet--the sort of arrangement that always reminds me of Candyman. There was also a weird beeping sound coming from them, like somebody forgot to remove the battery from a smoke detector and it was just warning that its battery would soon be dead.
It's only about a mile and a half from Pops' place to Strange Brewing, but it seemed like a long way at that time of night, in the cold, past demolished buildings and then through the industrial district. We were definitely ready to be there by the time we reached it.
Fourth Stop: Strange Brewing
Strange Brewing is a little off the beaten path for a brewpub, although I imagine it gets a fair amount of Broncos traffic. I'd been there once before and enjoyed a firkin at Hops & Pie. The first round I got Paint It Black, a honey coffee stout, and I can't remember what Linus got. Pops wasn't drinking any more. PIB was just okay, and Linus didn't seem too enthused about his, either, although any beer that's worth finishing at that point in the night can't be too bad.We sat in their warehouse space adjacent to the taproom, which they didn't have last time I was there. It was supposed to be heated by one of those little propane stand heaters, but they were out of propane, so that was that. They didn't even try to turn it on for us--they only tried to turn it on when a beer tour van rolled up. Then they set up a little electric heater, but that did about nothing, so we moved back to the taproom.
Second round was Cherry Kriek for both Linus and I, which pours out really pretty, which a tall, pink head. And actually it's a super tasty brew, too. Very tart, but easy to drink.
Overall, it was a really great day, full of wonderful conversation--most of which I can't really remember, except to say that it was remarkably free of those awkward pauses and long silences that often characterize time spent with my father and brother. Something I definitely want to repeat, though perhaps maybe on a sunny spring day when it stays light and warm much longer.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Lucky 13 Alt--The writing's on the bottle
Lagunitas is a brewery that knows the beer experience begins long before you take your first sip. It begins when you're looking at the shelf trying to decide what to buy to take home. You're looking at the dizzying array of bottles on the shelf (If you've got a liquor store like mine, there are literally hundreds of different choices--just in the bomber section!), and you're trying to figure out what feels right for the evening. You make this decision based on a variety of factors, such as what you know about a brewery or particular beer, what you're in the mood for, and what the bottle looks like.
Breweries try to influence this decision, of course, by making the most attractive bottles possible, but Lagunitas stands apart from the others by how it chooses to do this, and it's partly for the bottle that I chose the Lucky 13 for this afternoon. It's not just that it has a pretty girl on the bottle, which is always a draw for me (See this popular post on our sister blog for more information on Beer Babes). Lagunitas also does something else that I love: they pay attention to the writing on the bottle. I have often been very happy with the writing on a Lagunitas bottle. Let's take a moment to look at the writing on this bottle:
From the first day of the first mash of the first recipe in the first brewhouse in the first space to this oasis 13 years on the road; We have worked hard to walk in the footsteps of our hero brewers--The Noble Brewer of the planet's only legal Steam Beer, and Oregon's Rebe Brewer from Newport. Thirteen years down the road, we have found our own voice as brewers but our admiration for the Great Ones has not dimmed one bit. If we walked well down the hero's path ourselves, perhaps we too have been an inspiration for others. Beer is a Bronze Age business and we feel honored to have left our footprints on it's [sic] path into history at the same time leaving our flavors on your buds. Thanks for your trust over the years, and we hope you enjoy this specially brewed Hi-Gravity Auburn offering. Beer Speaks, People Mumble!From the repetition of "first" to the repetition of the company's slogan, this text oozes of the anxiety of influence in brewing. They are conscious that they are standing on the shoulders of giants and are attempting to pay tribute to their immediate inspiration (explicitly referring to Anchor and Rogue) as well as the long tradition of which they are a part.
This is not great writing (note the its/it's confusion for example), but it is a sincere attempt to capture the spirit that went into the beer's making, something they hope will carry over. It is attempting to enhance the act of brewing as communication, which is something they consistently try to do.
For another example, consider the label text on their Little Sumpin' Wild Ale:
"Bring me Sumpin' Wild!" His voice rang out down the double helical hallway. He was summoning the object of his desire, that Phenolic Off-Flavor producing POF gene. He was a handsome, albeit pedestrian, heterozygous diploid strain and he longed for the wild side of things--the lights, the big city, the clove esters, the subtle tropical fruit nuances . . . but he was an ordinary diploid. "Bring me the POF!" he bellowed again down the helix holding out his fresh new bud in hopeful expectation of the imminent protoplast fusion that would allow him to decarboxylate ferulate to 4-vinyl guaiacol and qualify him for pitching and subsequent ATP defilement of the luscious Little Sumpin' wort. Hope springs eternal, but who among us is as luck as all that . . ?All this to explain that this is their typical Little Sumpin' Sumpin' Ale fermented with Westmalle yeast, but what an explanation!
There are a lot of different approaches to writing beer bottle text, but Lagunitas' is one I admire. Sincerity and devotion to the spirit over all. No one can truly capture the taste or experience of the beer itself--the label should strive to capture something of the spirit of the brewer and the message of the beer.
Now, getting past the label to tasting the beer itself. This is a delicious beer. It pours an attractive pale red color, with little in the way of head, but for its lightness it has a surprising amount of malt flavor. Lagunitas addresses this in their virtual tasting, which is very accurate. And, of course, the hops are strong and delicious. Lagunitas is definitely in the top 5 hop-handling brewers in the country (Odell, Stone, Dogfish Head, and someone else I'm forgetting to round out the others), and they do a masterful job here. Lucky 13 Alt has a complex, bitter, piney finish that doesn't hit like a hammer, but rises like a wave and bears you up with it.I've had the "Veronica" form of Lucky 13, but I don't remember it well. Having had it twice, I can definitely say that the "Betty" form is highly recommended, especially for hop-heads.
Beer piled on beer were all too little: Drink--and be damned!
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Summer Is St. Lupulin Season
One of the things I look forward to every year is the return of St. Lupulin, Odell's summer seasonal. Named after a fictitious patron who tends the hops to draw out the delicate flavor of the essential oil contained within, St. Lupulin is crisp and refreshing, perfect for cooling down after a long day of tending your own crop.
It's a dry-hopped ale, and it's got plenty of hop flavor, but it's a delicate hoppiness. Interspersing these with a couple of different IPAs, it's easy to tell the difference. While most hoppy beers hit the tongue like a hammer, St. Lupulin rolls up your taste buds like a wave, and the light malt helps to make this a very drinkable summer beer--not quite chuggable, but close--and why would you want to, anyway?
If you like hops but haven't had the chance to enjoy this delicate summer brew, I highly recommend it. And if you're the kind of person who thinks he doesn't like hops, well, this is one that might just change your mind.
It's a dry-hopped ale, and it's got plenty of hop flavor, but it's a delicate hoppiness. Interspersing these with a couple of different IPAs, it's easy to tell the difference. While most hoppy beers hit the tongue like a hammer, St. Lupulin rolls up your taste buds like a wave, and the light malt helps to make this a very drinkable summer beer--not quite chuggable, but close--and why would you want to, anyway?
| The label is nicely designed--I didn't recognize the beer glass at first. |
| As you can see, it's a nice, clean pour. |
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Raspberry Russian Imperial Stout
Fruit beers have a reputation for being frou-frou. Not so this raspberry Russian imperial stout by Widmer Brothers. It's about as serious as they come. When I looked at the label, I thought, what an odd pairing--I'm used to fruit beers being light affairs, whether they are berry beers or apricot beers, they all seem to emphasize blonde ales. So I was immediately intrigued. I also thought, raspberry is Tracy's favorite fruit and she asked me to pick up something special for her. I did suspect it might be too strong, but I also thought it was worth a try, something different and definitely special.As counter-intuitive as it seemed when I looked at the label when I tasted it the combination was, of course, perfectly natural. Like raspberry and dark chocolate. Very dark chocolate, like 80% cocoa dark, with some coffee to make a very dark mocha flavor. Plus 9.3% alcohol and some fortifying hops. The flavor is very strong, and you wouldn't think that the hint of raspberries from the aroma would be able to hold up against them, but it does, creating a striking flavor that really works in every one of its facets.
Alas, Tracy did not like it--it was too strong. To be fair, she doesn't like 80% cocoa chocolate (truthfully, I don't tend to, either, but with hops & alcohol, I can go with it). But I really did. Highly recommended. An image of the beer itself. It doesn't do justice to the head--it's Tracy's portion poured back in the bottle to wait until I could enjoy it and it had gotten more than a little flat. Remarkably, it's still tasty that way. It's very dark, but if you hold it up to the light and tilt the glass to get a view through the thinnest portion, there's some purple there. Highly recommended!
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Books and Beers Pt. 1
So, earlier this week, for reasons too complicated to go into right now, I was forced to listen to an hour or longer lecture by a policeman. No, the lecture wasn't directed at me, but it might as well have been for all the good it did the kid. Now, policemen might be good at a lot of things, but if this guy was any indication, they are shitty counselors. Instead of droning on for better than an hour, he coulda just said this:
Things don't always go according to plan, so don't burn any bridges, kid.
And then left. The kid might've gotten it or he might not, but at least he would've known what the message was. And it probably would've been just as relevant as whatever the hell he was trying to say to the kid, which I could hardly figure out and I'm not sure what it was except maybe, "If you do bad stuff, people will blather at you for hours on end. So be good, and don't make me come down here and blather at you some more."
So, anyway, speaking of plans, my plans for this evening went pretty fubar pretty quickly, but I didn't burn any bridges, and may have even built one at the Mutiny Now! Bookstore^1 in anticipation of May 1 Day of Resistance. (We'll see how that goes!) I'll revisit my plan and try to bring it to fruition for part 2.
But in the meantime, the best part of this evening was the part that actually went sort of according to plan--getting down to enjoy Double IPApril at The Rackhouse with the guy(s). Well, one guy made it, anyway. A little late, but that's okay, I don't mind drinking alone, and I technically wasn't alone, I was with The Wizard of Lemuria (the one on the right). And how is said wizard? Hilarious! He reads like Kevin^2.
So, anyway, Clint gets there after a while and I say "Sorry, Wiz, but I gotta go." And Clint and I start talking about all manner of things personal and professional, mostly professional because we have worked together and continue to work together off and on. It was good to listen to his problems and realize that for all the crap I have to deal with, the best I might be able to hope for is trading SSDD for SSDP. The Sheriff's got his problems, too, right?^3
And it was also good to just drink some beers again. I've been sick for the past few days and an involuntary teetotaler, and I gotta tell you, I am not a Bear Who Could Leave It Alone. So when I got to The Rackhouse, with the smell of whiskey-in-the-making filling my nostrils, I jumped right in with the Palate Wrecker from Green Flash. Now that is good stuff. If you like hops. Very, very hoppy, but a good kind of hop flavor. Intense, but smooth and rich, not like, for example, the Hopbomination, which just made me think of eating a big bag of grass clippings.
Then I enjoyed Lawyers, Guns, and Money from Crazy Mountain, also very hoppy, but to my mind not as tasty. Also, it seemed like the flavor took a turn to the right in my mouth at the tail end. The guy next to me was trying a taste of it at the same time seemed to know a bit about beer, so I asked him about what the taste was doing at the end. "It gets bitter at the end," he says to me. (Thank you, Mr. Beer Man, for that insight--a double IPA that gets bitter at the end, who'd'a thunk it?)
So then I wanted to have some of the Hypothesis from River North. I'd had this before and enjoyed it and wanted to see how a Belgian stacked up against the normal double IPAs, and it didn't fare too well, just a little off for my taste.
And I finished off with an old standard the 7 Seas from Dry Dock. The color of the pour didn't look like what I normally recognize from the bottles, but it matches what's on the brewery's handy menu, so I expect she didn't pour me from the wrong tap while I wasn't looking. By this point my palate was pretty wrecked (it could be my fault), so I don't think I could've testified one way or another, but it was definitely in the same vein and held its own against the others, so I was happy.
And I left happy and Clint and I shared the requisite extra 20 minutes in the parking lot on those 1 or 2 conversation topics that didn't get brought up yet, and I came home. So, not according to plan, but not bad, either.
1--Formerly Ichabod's "Yeah, like seven years ago!" according to the manager. "Welcome back!" he also said in a very un-Denver-like fashion. But he's a good guy. Repaired the binding on the Wiz, knocked a buck off the price, and gave me my 25 cent cheapie for free on top of that. So he'll probably be back in Part 2. Mutiny was so much not a part of the plan, it's represented here by the fragment of a sign reading "Clean Used Books."
2--If you know what this means, it likely inspires either hope or horror, according to your humors. If you don't know what this means, consider this exemplary dialogue: "They'll reward you all right--by feeding your heart to the slith! Know you not that the daotar of the guards, the noble Barand Thon, is the oldest friend of the father of the man you slew?" I knew that! And I bet many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the slor that day, I can tell you!
3--Which I know because the cop just couldn't help but sprinkle them liberally through his diatribe!
So, anyway, speaking of plans, my plans for this evening went pretty fubar pretty quickly, but I didn't burn any bridges, and may have even built one at the Mutiny Now! Bookstore^1 in anticipation of May 1 Day of Resistance. (We'll see how that goes!) I'll revisit my plan and try to bring it to fruition for part 2.
But in the meantime, the best part of this evening was the part that actually went sort of according to plan--getting down to enjoy Double IPApril at The Rackhouse with the guy(s). Well, one guy made it, anyway. A little late, but that's okay, I don't mind drinking alone, and I technically wasn't alone, I was with The Wizard of Lemuria (the one on the right). And how is said wizard? Hilarious! He reads like Kevin^2.
And it was also good to just drink some beers again. I've been sick for the past few days and an involuntary teetotaler, and I gotta tell you, I am not a Bear Who Could Leave It Alone. So when I got to The Rackhouse, with the smell of whiskey-in-the-making filling my nostrils, I jumped right in with the Palate Wrecker from Green Flash. Now that is good stuff. If you like hops. Very, very hoppy, but a good kind of hop flavor. Intense, but smooth and rich, not like, for example, the Hopbomination, which just made me think of eating a big bag of grass clippings.
Then I enjoyed Lawyers, Guns, and Money from Crazy Mountain, also very hoppy, but to my mind not as tasty. Also, it seemed like the flavor took a turn to the right in my mouth at the tail end. The guy next to me was trying a taste of it at the same time seemed to know a bit about beer, so I asked him about what the taste was doing at the end. "It gets bitter at the end," he says to me. (Thank you, Mr. Beer Man, for that insight--a double IPA that gets bitter at the end, who'd'a thunk it?)
So then I wanted to have some of the Hypothesis from River North. I'd had this before and enjoyed it and wanted to see how a Belgian stacked up against the normal double IPAs, and it didn't fare too well, just a little off for my taste.
And I finished off with an old standard the 7 Seas from Dry Dock. The color of the pour didn't look like what I normally recognize from the bottles, but it matches what's on the brewery's handy menu, so I expect she didn't pour me from the wrong tap while I wasn't looking. By this point my palate was pretty wrecked (it could be my fault), so I don't think I could've testified one way or another, but it was definitely in the same vein and held its own against the others, so I was happy.
And I left happy and Clint and I shared the requisite extra 20 minutes in the parking lot on those 1 or 2 conversation topics that didn't get brought up yet, and I came home. So, not according to plan, but not bad, either.
1--Formerly Ichabod's "Yeah, like seven years ago!" according to the manager. "Welcome back!" he also said in a very un-Denver-like fashion. But he's a good guy. Repaired the binding on the Wiz, knocked a buck off the price, and gave me my 25 cent cheapie for free on top of that. So he'll probably be back in Part 2. Mutiny was so much not a part of the plan, it's represented here by the fragment of a sign reading "Clean Used Books."
3--Which I know because the cop just couldn't help but sprinkle them liberally through his diatribe!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Rubaiyat of Beer: Part 4
Life like a glass tipped by careless mistake
From the bar, the hand may make
A grab as it falls: The glass may be caught
Or it may hit the dirty floor and break
The glass whose hoppy kiss oft enjoyed
By chance slight yet impossible to avoid
Shall tumble mere seconds out of reach
And be instantly, irrevocably destroyed
Shattered sharp edges glittering wondrous bright
On so dark a floor finding so much light
Then uncaring hand, broom, and pan sweep
Them up to be put forever out of sight.
Read Part 1
Read Part 2
Read Part 3
From the bar, the hand may make
A grab as it falls: The glass may be caught
Or it may hit the dirty floor and break
The glass whose hoppy kiss oft enjoyed
By chance slight yet impossible to avoid
Shall tumble mere seconds out of reach
And be instantly, irrevocably destroyed
Shattered sharp edges glittering wondrous bright
On so dark a floor finding so much light
Then uncaring hand, broom, and pan sweep
Them up to be put forever out of sight.
Read Part 1
Read Part 2
Read Part 3
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Wee Heavy
Dry Dock has created some truly outstanding beers, and I have to say that this is another great one. A truly fine Scotch ale. The taste was really smooth, and despite the significant alcohol content, it didn't have that liquory taste some strong beers get. This was perhaps too smooth, since I gave myself a little hangover from drinking it too soon before bed.
Still, highly recommended.
Still, highly recommended.
Plaid Bastard
This is my second beer from Grand Lake (the first being Woolly Booger), and overall I'd have to say that their taste in beer just does not mesh with mine. In both cases, I really tasted a yeastiness that I didn't particularly enjoy. In this case, though, the main offender is the peat. That was intentional, but just not my preferred taste: too loamy for me. We shared this bottle around, and really only had one person who liked it, who was also a big fan of Woolly Booger, so it just goes to show there's no accounting for taste.
Red Rocket Ale
This is a really nicely balanced ale, a great combination of rich malt flavor with a really strong hop backing. I don't know what the combination of malts they use, but it's really distinctive, and the moderate alcohol content means I can finish a bomber by myself with just the right buzz.
They distinguish this Scottish ale from Scotch ales because of its lower alcohol content, and on the whole I'd have to say that of the two styles I enjoy Scottish rather than Scotch ales.
Highly recommended!
They distinguish this Scottish ale from Scotch ales because of its lower alcohol content, and on the whole I'd have to say that of the two styles I enjoy Scottish rather than Scotch ales.
Highly recommended!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Beer Year Complete!
Today, on schedule, I finished my 300 beer year. I'll blog about more of the beers in detail, but to commemorate the day, here's the more-or-less complete list:
The generic ones got tacked on at the end because I wasn't counting them, but had to add them in when I accidentally double-counted a few and skipped a blank or two.
- Negra Modelo
- Peroni
- Heineken
- Tecate
- Breckenridge Avalanche Ale
- Dos Equis Amber
- Tommyknocker Maple Nut Brown Ale
- Sam Adams Boston Lager
- Killian's Red
- Coors Light
- Odell 5 Barrel Pale Ale
- Pacifico
- Boulevard Tank 7
- Stone IPA
- Shiner Blonde
- Modelo Especial
- Avery New World Porter
- Left Hand 400 Pound Monkey
- Boulevard Single Wide IPA
- Great Divide Claymore
- Stone Levitation Ale
- He'Brew
- Guinness
- Sierra Nevada Summerfest
- Widmer Bros. W '10
- Avery Ellie's Brown
- Odell Red Ale
- Pyramid Audacious Apricot Ale
- Widmer Bros. Broken Halo IPA
- New Belgium Mothership Wit
- Great Divide Titan IPA
- New Belgium Ranger IPA
- Great Divide Hoss Lager
- FCB Chocolate Stout
- Left Hand Milk Stout
- Breckenridge Lucky U IPA
- Shiner Bock
- Sam Adams Blackberry Witbier
- Bass
- Deschutes Red Chair
- Dundee Kolsch-Style Ale
- Newcastle
- Odell's St. Lupulin
- Lagunitas Maximus
- Dundee IPA
- Odell Easy Street Wheat
- Steamworks' Colorado Kolsch
- Hardtail
- Alaskan Amber Ale
- New Belgium Mighty Arrow
- Graham's Home Brew #1
- Red Hook's Copper Hook
- New Belgium Fat Tire
- Weihenstephaner Vitus
- Victory Hop Wallop
- Santa Fe Hefeweizen
- Paulaner Hefeweizen
- Deschutes Mirror Pond
- New Belgium 1554
- Anderson Valley Hop Ottin IPA
- Victory Golden Monkey
- Oskar Blues Old Chub
- Bristol Compass IPA
- Upslope IPA
- Boulevard Lunar Ale
- Red Hook Longhammer
- St. Pauli Girl
- Molson
- Lagunitus Lucky 13
- Lagunitas Hop Stoopid
- Franziskaner Weissbier
- Dundee Stout
- Oskar Blues Dale's Pale Ale
- Bard's
- Del Norte Mañana
- Coney Island Sword Swallower
- Deschutes Twilight Summer Ale
- Boulevard Pale Ale
- Coney Island Mermaid
- Victory Prima
- Deschutes Inversion IPA
- Widmer Bros. Drop Top
- Deschutes Black Butte Porter
- Baker St. Brown
- Great Divide Samurai
- Shipyard Export
- Deschutes Green Lake Organic
- Bellhaven Twisted Thistle
- Stone Arrogant Bastard
- Dam Straight Lager
- Dry Dock 7 Seas
- Goose Island Sofie
- Birra Moretti La Rosie
- Boulevard Sixth Glass
- Breckenridge Summerbright
- Santa Fe State Pen Porter
- Boulevard '47 Oktoberfest
- Anderson Valley Barney Flats
- Beck's
- Kona Pipeline Porter
- Stone Russian Imperial Stout
- Lakefront Pumpkin Lager
- New Belgium Skinny Dip
- Great Divide St. Bridget's Porter
- Sarnac Pumpkin
- Left Hand Blackjack Porter
- Shipyard Pumpkin
- Bear Republic Hop Rod Rye
- Colorado Native Lager
- Shipyard IPA
- New Belgium Hoptoberfest
- Wasatch Polygamy Porter
- Sarnac Oktoberfest
- Sam Adams Oktoberfest
- Avery DuganA
- Left Hand Oktoberfest
- Great Divide Denver Pale Ale
- Dry Dock Keel Haul Kolsch
- Ska Modus Hoperandi
- Avery Fumator
- Avery Karma
- Blue Moon
- Great Divide Hades
- Sierra Nevada Torpedo
- Saison Du Buff
- Avery The Reverend
- Boulder Buffalo Gold
- Boulder Mojo
- Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA
- Coney Island Lager
- Hops' Hoptoberfest
- Hops' Alligater Ale
- Paulaner Salvator
- Avery Old Jubilation
- Avery IPA
- Twisted Pine IPA
- Lion Stout
- Sam Adams Black Lager
- Sam Adams Mile High Barleywine
- Avery Joe's Pilsner
- New Belgium Blue Paddle
- Boulevard Bully!
- Lagunitas A Lil' Sumpin Wild
- Ska True Blonde
- Backcountry Brewery IPA
- Sierra Nevada Porter
- Rock Bottom Naughty Scot
- Utica Club
- Wynkoop Silverback
- Wynkoop Railyard
- Deschutes Jubelale
- Oskar Blues Mama's Little Yella Pils
- Odell's Levity Ale
- Stone Ruination
- Tommyknocker Glacier
- Left Hand Warrior
- Rogue Dead Guy
- Tommyknocker IPA Nouveau
- Anderson Valley Boont
- Sam Adams Lemon Pepper Saison
- New Belgium Sunshine Wheat
- Sierra Nevada Tumbler
- Bear Republic Pacer 5
- Sam Smith's Nut Brown
- Stone Vertical Epic '10
- Stone Self Righteous
- Odell Mountain Standard Reserve
- Sam Adams White Ale
- Sam Adams Winter Lager
- O'Fallon 5-Day IPA
- Widmer Bros. Brrrr
- Left Hand Sawtooth
- Odell Isolation
- New Belgium 2 Below
- Rock Bottom Adam's Free Rye'd
- Dry Dock Manger Danger
- Tommyknocker Cocoa Porter
- New Belgium Frambozen
- Great Divide Hibernation
- Bristol Winter Warlock
- Flying Dog In Heat Wheat
- Deschutes Hop Trip
- Shiner Smokehaus
- Boulevard Nutcracker Ale
- Flying Dog Doggie Style
- New Belgium Trippel
- Sarnac Big Moose
- Cuvee Van De Keizer Blauw
- Great Divide Smoked Baltic Porter
- Graham's Home Brew 2
- Anchor Steam
- Anchor Liberty Ale
- Sierra Nevada Celebration
- Shiner Holiday Cheer
- Hermann Joseph's Winterfest
- Anchor Porter
- Foret
- Lagunitas Cappuccino Stout
- Great Divide Yeti Espresso Oak
- Sam Adams Old Fezziwig
- Sam Adams Chocolate Bock
- Rogue Mocha Porter
- Bridgeport Hop Czar
- Lagunitas Brown Shugga
- Deschutes Obsidian Stout
- Ska 10-Pin Porter
- Del Norte Cinco
- Asahi
- FCB Rocky Mountain IPA
- Abita Purple Haze
- Alaskan IPA
- Graham's Home Brew #3
- Wynkoop Patty's Chile
- Green Flash Le Freak
- Sam Adams Cherry Wheat
- Fuller's London Porter
- O'Fallon Hemp Hop Rye
- Joseph's Spelt Ale
- Dry Dock ESB
- Bristol Laughing Lab
- Left Hand Fade to Black Volume 2
- Anderson Valley Brother David's
- Elysian Bifrost
- Flying Dog Tire Bite
- Great Divide Yeti Imperial
- Rogue Oatmeal Stout
- Lost Abbey Serpent's Stout
- Green's Endeavour
- Wynkoop B3K
- Anderson Valley Winter Solstice
- Sarnac India Copper Ale
- Breckenridge ESB
- Hermann Joseph's Private Reserve
- Shiner 101
- O'Fallon's Smoke
- McTarnahan's Amber
- Deschutes Bachelor Bitter
- Deschutes Inverted Pale
- Pyramid Snow Cap
- Bridgeport Highland Ambush
- Bridgeport Kingpin
- Redhook Big Ballard
- Sam Smith's Toddy Porter
- Sam Smith's Oatmeal Stout
- Foster's Premium
- Port Brewing Company Wipe Out IPA
- Del Norte Orale
- O'Fallon Chocolate Cherry
- Spoetzle Kosmos
- Widmer Bros. W '11
- Grand Lake Wooly Booger
- Trumer Pils
- Sarnac Vanilla Stout
- Bohemia Clasico
- Odell Cutthroat Porter
- Kona Fire Rock
- FCB Red Banshee
- North Coast Old Rasputin
- Mountain Sun Java Porter
- Mountain Sun FYIPA
- Lagunitas Hairy Eyeball
- Left Hand Jackman's
- Kona Longboard
- Cisco Brewery Grey Lady Lager
- Leinenkugel Bock
- Great Divide Belgica
- Oskar Blues Deviant Dale's
- Sarnac Irish Stout
- Flying Dog Road Dog
- Oskar Blues Gordon
- New Planet Tread Lightly
- Avery Hog Heaven
- Kona Koko Brown
- Sprecher Black Beer
- Sam Adams Scotch Ale
- Great Divide Wild Raspberry
- Green Flash West coast IPA
- Wynkoop Cowtown Stout
- Wynkoop Mile HIPA
- Left Hand Good Juju
- Lagunitas Little Sumpin Sumpin
- Sierra Nevada Bigfoot
- Maui Brewing Mana Wheat
- Uinta King's Peak
- Elysian Avatar
- Boulevard Bourbon Barrel Imperial Stout
- Green Flash Imperial IPA
- Avery Maharaja
- Silverton Ice Pick
- Odell Myrcenary
- FCB Hop Juice
- Twisted Pine Hoppy Knight
- Twisted Pine Hoppy Man
- Tommyknocker Hop Strike
- Santa Fe IPA
- Billy's Chillies
- Golden City Brewing Belgian IPA
- Lagunitas Wilco Tango Foxtrot
- Miller Genuine Draft
- Miller High Life
- Pabst Blue Ribbon
- Bud Light
- Olympia
- Corona
The generic ones got tacked on at the end because I wasn't counting them, but had to add them in when I accidentally double-counted a few and skipped a blank or two.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Rubaiyat of Beer Pt. 3
See part 1 here
See part 2 here
Bedimmed by memories of absent friends
Who one by one to their separate ends
By life's dark coachman taken,
We are leavened by the light beer sends.
Each pour a thousand bubbles raises
Rising slow through translucent mazes
Reaching the top, the bubbles pop,
Their cries are clear, but the beer rephrases
Death, sorrow, and attendant pain
Into jokes so we may smile again
As summer afternoon's showers when
The golden sun pierces through the rain.
See part 2 here
Bedimmed by memories of absent friends
Who one by one to their separate ends
By life's dark coachman taken,
We are leavened by the light beer sends.
Each pour a thousand bubbles raises
Rising slow through translucent mazes
Reaching the top, the bubbles pop,
Their cries are clear, but the beer rephrases
Death, sorrow, and attendant pain
Into jokes so we may smile again
As summer afternoon's showers when
The golden sun pierces through the rain.
India Copper Ale
So Sarnac can produce some pretty bad beers, so I was prepared for something much worse. This was pretty good, but really doesn't pass the IPA muster. Although they changed the name to admit that it isn't really an IPA, there's still the implication that it is. If you called this a pale ale, I'd be okay with it.
Winter Solstice Seasonal Ale
Anderson Valley is, all-in-all, a solid brewery where they know how to make some pretty good beers. This example of a malty ale I found quite enjoyable. Not so dark as many winter warmers, and definitely sweeter than some without being grossly so (I'm looking at you Spoetzle), this is a beer I can easily see people celebrating with.
Graham's Home Brew #2
This was the first example I had of a schwarzbier, and possibly the best. A really dark color with a really light flavor and texture. Great job, Graham.
B3K
This was also an addition to the U-Bring-Em. I was very excited because I'd only had one schwarzbier, and it was very tasty. However, this one significantly disappointed. It wasn't as light in taste and texture as the previous beer, and was actually a little nasty. Jay, who'd brought it, said it tasted very different than it had tasted the night before. The growler barely got 1/4 drunk, but Jay left it behind. After cleaning up, it got put on y desk, so I took it home and made a beer-cheese soup with it. Fresh, it wasn't that good, but after a couple days in the fridge, the soup became really pretty tasty.
Endeavour
Most gluten free beers are pretty nasty because they depend heavily on malts that derive from sorghum or rice. This one gives enough flavor (flavour?) to pass for beer, and is definitely drinkable. A traditional beer strength, too, but doesn't taste too liquory.
Serpent's Stout
I had long been eying this bottle in the cooler. It's really attractive, but the beer is pretty pricey, and I've often been burned paying more for a less tasty beer, but with the U-Bring-Em bomber exchange, I thought my opportunity had come to try it, show off the attractive bottle, and if it was bad, I wouldn't be stuck drinking the whole thing. How I wish I'd kept this all to myself. Simply delicious, and though strong, the flavor was unimpaired. Well worth the cost and definitely recommended.
Oatmeal Stout
The two previous brews I'd had from Rogue had not really inspired me with a great deal of confidence that the brewer's reputation was justified (like Flying Dog), but this solid stout changed my mind. They certainly know how to make a good oatmeal stout.
Yeti Imperial Stout
This beer was one of the ones we shared at our most successful U-Bring-Em Bombers event at Page 1. A really tasty stout. Very strong roasted malts, and very strong hops. So much flavor that you don't hardly notice you're getting hammered, too. A nice thick texture, too. Highly recommended.
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