I had an amazing Christmas break. I know, it feels long gone already. We are already making summer plans! Still, I have to share a quick recap. Continue reading
Brewery tales would make for a great series similar to Behind the Music. Like all trailblazers, the early craft brewers had the privilege of making all the mistakes. No amount of mentoring or education could prepare them for what was truly new territory. In reading various memoirs and re-tellings of craft beer history, I have learned much about what the makers of these fine products have done to bring us a better beverage. It is easy to forget that behind most things we consume, there is a story (or at least substantial time and effort). Continue reading
One of the greatest gifts I have ever received was my beer fridge. My lovely wife put aside her reservations about the lack of space in our apartment and totally surprised me. With a clear door and a light on the inside, this was a thing of beauty. Also, a way for her to avoid involuntary games of Tetris in our kitchen fridge every time she bought milk. Continue reading
Last night I happened upon the news that Pretty Things Beer and Ale would be selling its last batches of beers over the coming months. Though I certainly didn’t know them well, I had a few brief encounters with the wonderful duo behind the unique brand with distinctive beers. Continue reading
Disclaimer: There are roughly 234,405 (estimated/made-up) other articles about Thanksgiving beers that you can read. However, this one delivers you three choices with the following guarantee. If you do not like the beers I recommend as a compliment to your Thanksgiving dinner, you can give whatever remains to me at no additional charge. Continue reading
Have you ever slowly driven up to a stranger on the sidewalk and yelled to them to sell you beer cans at 10:55 AM on a Saturday morning?
Back when being beardless was not a choice, I was a music snob. Not totally unwarranted in the time of LFO, the Cher song with the auto-tune, and TLC’s classic exclusionary ode to discontent with scrubs. I mean even the unflappable Pearl Jam had a hit that was hard to take in Last Kiss. Still, I was know-nothing teenager yet to be in a decent band myself (no offense friends with whom I rocked but we all made better music apart than together). In one of his many moments of sharing wisdom, my Dad informed me that the world had more critics than available open positions. The aforementioned response was one that stuck with me and was reinforced as I tried to make music myself and get people to care. Humility abounds when the only response you get after a show is from drunk guy from your college telling you that you need to try to sound more like Nirvana…..and the Grateful Dead. Noted. Continue reading