Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
BrightSide Belgian White
Black Dawn Coffee Porter
Black Sky Stout Porter
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
CLINT MAKES HIS BEER CLUB DEBUT WITH SOME SAM ADAMS LOVE AND THE BEST USE OF FRENCH FRIES THIS RODENT HAS YET TO ENCOUNTER
Second, we had the Imperial Stout which brought back over into the SA big beer believer side. The aroma is bitter with chocolate undertones, like 80% cacao chocolate. The first taste complements these claims,but also adds a bit more milk and finishes with a nice heat in the back of your throat. The extremely thick mouth feel almost makes you want to grab a spoon or some Wendy's fries and dip them in. This was a good, solid Imperial Stout, with dark chocolate, hops, and heat notes which translates into a decently complex beer with a bitter smoothness that finishes with a little kick in the old punching bag thingy in your throat...okay, it's not that hot, but I like the analogy.
Needless to say, this tasting goes right along with my overall view of Sam Adams, some of their beers I am embarrassed to have tried whereothers rank among some of the best that I've had. Combine that with their support for the industry and for homebrewers and I call myself a fan, for better or for worst.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I've attached a picture of the contenders for this one, along with the pours of each so that color can be compared. (You'll note a lonely bottle of Tallgrass IPA in the background of this... though not officially a part of the tasting, I'll comment on this later).
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
So, today, I was in Springtown, and I stopped by the brewery. I usually do any chance I get, and I sample as much as I can while still being able to walk out the door. I always buy a glass, because they have these great pilsner glasses
with tiny mouths, that make you smell the aroma of the beer even more than usual...but they are made from thin glass and break often...so, I have to buy one or two every time. Anyway...I also purchased a 6 pack of Pale Ale, drove back to St. Louis, put one in the freezer, poured the liquid copper into a glass, and expected to simply reminisce...however, after sampling numerous IPA's, Pale Ales, and all sorts of other tasty micro-brews in the past few years, this Pale Ale from Springtown found itself parked in the front row (maybe even in the handicap spot) of my favorite brews. Yeah, it might be the history that we share, but I feel this was an unbiased sipping experience...in the familiarity of my living room, on a random Tuesday, I rekindled the old flame. It is "uncommonly smooth" (as the bottle says) and is "in the Pale Ale tradition of the Pacific Northwest, using a generous amount of Cascade hops." I would not typically steal quotes from the bottle, but they are truth! A tinge of caramel is there, but the citrusy Cascade hops win out in flavor...this beer reminds me of Bridgeport IPA...but better. Maybe it is the answer to Hamster's quandary of what happened to the Bridgeport IPA over the past couple of years...Springfield Brewing Company stole the recipe, and the Bridgeport folks were left to try and recreate the goodness. That's just a theory of how the smoothest pale ale I've ever ingested came to pass.
I have 5 more...slim chance I'll share...the closest replacements are 3 hours away...I will let you smell the empty bottles...
The "Paranoid IPA" competes with Dogfish Head's 60 min IPA...seriously (but I don't think the club really cared too much for the 60 min). The flavor was pow-were-ful. Aroma was men-knee-mull.
The "St. Francis Stout" is equivalent to Schlafly's Irish Extra Stout. Viscous.
I'm proud of you man. Keep 'em coming.
I give you 8 Kevin Stills out of 10.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Then, we scooted on down the street to Schlafly's Tap Room. Here we were bombarded with unique, tasty brews...and, can you believe it, a knowledgeable server (I'm sure they actually are required to be there). Well, the Pierce City Eagle sat between the Monett Cubs and reminisced about old acquintances. The bartender even stopped to hear one of my stories, and then walked away unsatisfied, with his head down. I'm not that interesting sober, but my stories get even more lame as the alcohol hits the brain. Most times people laugh...cause they are toasted too.
Ahh, BEER CLUB is good.
my good friend of a decade and plus, myles werntz, rolled into BCS from waco yesterday. we ran a few good laps around the old backgammon board and sipped some natty lights out on the front stoop. to be honest, even though i sported my dropkick murphys shamrock t-shirt, which i picked up at hipster heaven - hot topic - on the clearance rack, i had forgotten it was saint patrick's day. plum forgot. and i'm irish. the german werntz had to remind me.
we set out for half priced burgers and some cold pints on the backporch of ozona bar and grill later in the afternoon. a sign near the front door claimed "green beer" all day long. in 31 years of abiding this lowly planet, i have never seen or tasted a green beer. i kinda always thought it was a joke, an urban legend, like the leprachaun stuck inside of mobile. but sure enough, when i ordered a pint of miller lite, a glowing green beer came to the table.
brightly fused toxic glimmered sunlight shimmers fizzled with bubbles that stacked firm lager head like mint-tinted shaving foam. this beer was not slightly green, it was a blazening booger from the jolly green giant himself. the brightness of the green lager reminded me of the teenage mutant ninja turtles with the part 8 death of jason vorhees sizzled by green manhattan subway goo. this thing in this glass was not a beverage: it was a relic to good cartoons and bad slasher flicks. the aroma still becried my faithful miller lite. wrapped up in all that domesticity roared backyard fires at the scott-castle, wedding bells at the robertson union, the early days of learning to home church it at marky-mark douglass's kansas city casa. this green beer offered no aromatic hint of shepherd's pie and mournful dirges. the first sip took me to all those familiar places, but, wait, what's that, there on the edges? not ireland. this doesn't taste like ireland. it tastes like goo and garbage pail kids, like food coloring and easter eggs sans vinegar. this trendy little st. patty's day trick watered down my beer. here we are celebrating a saint - a good and worthy saint - and i'm growing bitter enough to upturn tables and uproot somebody's lucky clover. whose idea was this green beer anyway? it's trite. it's like putting eye shadow and rouge on a metal head, turning badasses into twisted sisters. i do not like this beer. i do not like polluting something grand and beautiful, like a tried and true miller lite, just so some bartender has a chance to get boobie-flashed by the end of the night. no, sir. get cable if you need a boobie flash, but leave my beer alone.
until next saint patrick's day, my friends:
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
and say no to colored beer.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
DEDICATED TO PRESCRIPTION - AN IPA REVIEW AND A PICTURE OF SOME RANDOM WHITE GIRL'S FOOT I FOUND ON GOOGLE IMAGES
Friday, March 13, 2009
3. O'FALLON 5 DAY IPA: Flowery aroma--very hoppy--great burn of flavor--minimal caramel flavor--citrus aftertaste--clean--thanks o'fallon--$4.75
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
okay, i didn't really say, "you're welcome." i think i said, "i hope this works out." she said, "i'm sure you did fine." and i said, "thanks for the vote of confidence." i always sound way better in what i should have said than what i actually say.
still, to celebrate the victory of the test, i stopped by the local debauch depot and picked up a single bottle of this here brooklyn brewery's lager. that's all they call it: "lager." i mean, i'm not sure what else you could call it, but that's the simple and sweet of it.
here's my story. i bought this beer to celebrate my midterm. and i bought this beer because i had neVer tasted it, making it a fine addition to the beer club menu here. however, like a big giant hippo in a glass knicker-knocker shop, i tipped that bottle plum over on the counter top and lost half the beer under my tea-bag box. son of a bitch! i did say that. i always say exactly what i shouldn't say.
i had just enough of my wasted celebration beer to decide i was glad to not have the whole thing. this beer did not move me to kool and the gang sing-a-longs. brooklyn brewery's lager is woefully british, and not in the ways i'm learning to love the british ale. it was yeasty and twangy, crying out more for turkey and mayo than pretzels and mustard. the malts also tasted inappropriately heavy, allowing the hops to peep up glimmer a peering brow over the edge but never making a full appearance. i did not like this. i would not drink it with the queen, i would drinking it from her spleen.
luckily, my friend josh gave me a bottle of mighty arrow later in the evening. it was delish. and i celebrated mighty arrow shagging my taste buds as much i had hoped brooklyn brewery to celebrate my spanking of the midterm. beer drinking can be so naughty. at least, drinking the right beer can be.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Price: Dirt Cheap runs $2.99 a sixer - PBR runs $5. 79 for a 12 point (2.89 a sixer - BOOM bitch!)
I participated in a blind taste test with the Baker, the goal was determine the better beer, between the D.C. and PBR.
I left the room while Baker poured the samples and vice versa.
Our impressions were as follows:
Ok folks, Brew #1 boasted a cheery light yellow hue with a non-substantial froth of popping bubble delight. This beer smelled like a Bud. Slightly sour with a stong scent of alcohol infused liquid. Crisp and light. tasted very grainy, is it barley? Not sweet but had slightly bitter notes but not like an IPA,..much softer. I liked it. It was definitely worth the price.
#2: Much sweeter smell. It in fact was far sweeter than the first, richer with a bigger flavor profile. It was up front and noticable wheras the first made taste several times before writing. I was impressed with the larger and more pronounced flavor surge for such a cheap beer. I was not a fan of the sweetness, however. It reminded me of a Samiclaus but diluted and much less intense overall. I did not like this beer as much as the first.
I guessed that the first was PBR, and the second was Dirt Cheap. I was right. I was happy about this. It meant PBR was raised a bit in my opinion. Cheap...yes. Pretty good..surprisingly, yes.
Church Key: (in fewer words)
A - heavy carbonation. Mellow taste. Not clean. Made me think Multi-Grain. Burned my mouth a bit. A little sprinkle of hops, maybe a pinch or a dash. Original brewers maybe were afraid of hops and used it as a seasoner. I liked it though. It reminded me of a Bud or Busch.
B - SWEET. It brought back horrible memories of Samichlaus and Dogfish Head Worldwide Stout. Malty. Diluted. I liked A better.
I guessed A was PBR and B was Dirt Cheap. I was right. Ding Ding Ding.
How awesome, $2.89 for a sixer of Good bad beer. In a pinch I will always choose PBR. I mean it's distinguished flavor is the name. Pabst beer received a Blue Ribbon in 18(74?) for best lager and again in 2006.
I know that at a certain Bluegrass and BBQ joint in Knoxville TN PBR is the only beer served. On tap, not too shabby.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
It never fails. I dream up something that could change the world only to discover that it's already out there on the internet.
This is the grill master something or other. It comes with tongs, flipper, holster for the beer, and extra pockets if you want to add other utensils, beers, or ninja stars.
Tonight I've seen aprons with insulated beer pockets and retractable bottle openers, beer belts that hold 6 beers, leather beer holsters (which you can personalize), and bottle opener belt buckles.
We live in a beautiful world