beer – Page 2 – Moe Lane

And now, some light and fluffy. Or at least hoppy.

Because there’s just so long I can spend trying to explain to people that arguments that they like are not arguments that everybody else likes.

Anyway… via @seanhackbarth comes this report of the beer of the gods, apparently.

One of the best beers in the world has arrived in Seattle, and it’s about to be tapped. Beer geeks are probably hyperventilating now. Some will likely — cough, cough — call in sick so they can stand in line and wait for the bar to open.

You haven’t heard about this? That’s because most bars won’t let on that they have this cult beer, Pliny the Younger, from Russian River Brewing Co.

[snip]

Pliny sold on Craigslist and eBay for about $150 per growler (about 4 pints).

At $37.50 a pint, it had better be.

QoTD, Sanity Is Over-Rated edition.

The Washington Post, on the modern practitioners of the ancient and honorable art of beer-making: specifically, their work in recreating the beers of our forefathers.

Like scientists set on reviving extinct species, today’s craft brewers are possessed by a certain madness.

If that be madness, then who would be sane?

Moe Lane

#rsrh “Beer, beer, beer.” (Also: Mark Dayton is an idiot).

This one goes out to the beleaguered citizens of Minnesota, who are even now on the verge of being oppressed by the greedy Democratic neo-Puritans of the Mark Dayton administration. Seriously, Governor Dayton? Letting the beer stop flowing?

In summer?

Just stop pouting, Governor Dayton, and cut back spending already. Also, grow up.

Anyway…

Beer, Beer, Beer, The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem

Moe Lane

PS: I don’t say much in favor of my own Governor O’Malley, but I’ll say this: the man’s not fool enough to even think about keeping good Marylanders from their beer.

Quote of the Day, TOO GOOD TO CHECK EDITION.

In fact, I didn’t bother to read after the quote below:

Forget water or Gatorade. The drink of choice to rehydrate after a workout is beer.

…for fear that I might see something that would distress me.

Ah, Science: you always come through in the end.

Moe Lane

Am I the only one who cares about whether the beer’s good?

I can’t excerpt a single paragraph of this without bowdlerizing it; suffice it to say that a minor linguistic oddity (that some perfectly innocent words in German are very dirty ones in English) has been enthusiastically embraced by a British beer company in order to move product.

Which is fine, if a ‘Dude‘ – but what of the beer? Is it good, or did it lose something going through the horse’s kidneys*?

Moe Lane

*Thank you, S.M. Stirling.

Tactical Nuclear Penguin beer. 64 proof.

Not quite at the level of tequila, but you can see it from there.

Tactical Nuclear Penguin beats the previous world record of 31 per cent which was held by German beer Schorschbraer. It was placed in the Guinness Book of World Records yesterday after being tested by experts at Edinburgh’s Heriot-Watt University.

The beer began as a 10 per cent imperial stout then was aged for 16 months in two different whisky casks.

It was then stored in a freezer at a chilly -20�C for three weeks to reach its massive alcohol level.

Almost fifty bucks a bottle (if that price was in British pounds: 45 if it was in Euros), so I think that the folks whining about this impressive bit of brewmastery should give it a rest. Doing this sort of thing without actual distilling going on is an accomplishment.

Via AoSHQ, I think.

Drink beer and get fit.

And, like Jules Crittenden, never mind your puny Earth logic! Drink beer! Get fit! DRINK BEER! GET FIT!

Moe Lane

PS: No books on the subject yet, alas. But Homemade Root Beer, Soda & Pop actually looks like it’d be fun, if only I had the time. Or the space. Or the discretionary income, probably.

(Via @eddiebear) We should institute this.

Immediately. I say this not from a position of not actually speaking German, but I don’t have to:

This is all I need. This would solve societal and commuting problems that we didn’t even really know that we had.

H/T.

Moe Lane

Actually, ‘bacon-flavored beer’ is not in itself a selling point for me. However…

…after reading what’s to be done in a Brooklyn brewery that with a bunch of malt that has already taken on the marvelous odor of bacon:

[Brewmaster Garrett Oliver] plans to brew about 15 gallons of barleywine with that malt. In the meantime, he’s been infusing a brown ale with the flavor of Benton’s bacon fat through a technique known as “fat washing.” (Nick Fauchald described the process in this profile of the bartender Eben Freeman.) Oh, and the bacon-fat-infused ale was also aged in bourbon barrels, because bourbon and bacon go together like, um, beer and bacon.

Eventually, the barleywine with the bacon-smoked malt and the bourbon-aged, bacon-fat-infused ale would be blended to create one monstrously bizarre beer.

“One of two things will happen,” Mr. Oliver predicted. “Either this will be the most amazingly disgusting thing you’ve ever tasted in your life. Or I shall rule the earth.”

Well. Yeah. I’ll drink to that. At least once.

Via Instapundit.

Moe Lane

Jeebus, Stacy. Couldn’t you find a real beer to endorse?

Yes, indeed, Budweiser loses something when it passes through the horse’s kidneys (thank you, S.M. Stirling) – but Corona? Corona is the beer-flavored beverage of choice for your giggly coworker who hasn’t gotten over the fact yet that the bartender always makes a big deal out of putting a lime wedge in her bottle.

(pause)

Yes, that sounds incredibly dirty, in a very vague sort of way.

Anyway. If you’re going to drink a Mexican beer, go with Negra Modelo. Unlike its cousin, it actually is one.

[UPDATE] Dan Collins nagged me into fixing this, the pedant.

Moe Lane

PS: Regarding corporate shilling: I’m not a corporate shill for anybody, but I’ll be more than happy to discuss the matter. For MoeLane.com, at least.