
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...
jerk.
ReplyDeleteBaker, I'm heading that way for Easter. I'll pick some up for us. ...hops...will be out of his beloved by then. I think we should enjoy them in front of him and he can smell OUR bottles - empty beer bottles I mean.
ReplyDeletethat's the spirit.
ReplyDeletei feel a split coming, Church Key.
empty bottles always smell like sandwich ends. i like that.
ReplyDeletethis is a good story. i love when this happens: you go back to have a cute and hallmarky romantic flashback only to get reignited and overly lit with passion all over again. five bucks said you moaned when you sipped this beer, at least at some point.
and, you know what, i'm proud of you for hoarding your remaining five. some beer is for sharing, and some is for the intimacy. like marital stories.