This is, FOR FUCKING SURE, not a blog I ever thought I’d write. Here’s the story. It’s August 15th, 2019… There I am, sitting with a dear friend at a lovely bar having just tasted a beer I thought was awful. He presses me ‘what is it you don’t like?’ I don’t know flavor profiles…
The Tap – Kill the Lights
Russian Imperial Stout Her new room is too cold, too quiet … the silence pierced only by the whistle of trains which is incessant. Everything is strange and uncomfortable and screeches with wild dangerous possibility. The first night in her new place, all is rich with possibility and heavy with responsibility and she wonders, incessantly,…
Metazoa – Early to Rise
ESB A man … he sits alone in the booth, a notebook open in front of him, writing with a pencil, lead dulled to a smudgy thick block. His words are short and slow in coming. It’s work for him, a slog to put words to thoughts that present themselves as sensations, smells or thick…
Three Floyds – Gumballhead
Wheat She’s not what you expect. There’s a judgement made when you see her, Trump 2016 sticker on her minivan and the tell tale signs of a face lift around her temples … you’ve already made the judgement, you made it when you read Trump, when you caught a glimpse of her dark roots as…
Burn Em – Hipster Juicebag
American IPA Oh I’ve known this one too. Thermal Henley, some heather color … jeans that define ‘boyfriend jean’ before boyfriend jeans were a thing. He played Doom and skipped composition and couldn’t watch enough of Sheryl Crow’s lips in that video everyone knows… He specialized in ‘aw shucks’ charm and a veneer that was…
Taxman – Hop Audit Tahoma
IPA **NOTE: yes I forgot to take a pic at the start of the drink … sometimes I am foolish. God she is just so easy to be around. Whitish blonde hair, too wide smile (think Four non-Blondes but she is, indeed, blonde) … she laughs so easily, throwing her head back, showing her molars. …
Switchyard Brewing – Hopscotch Coffee Blonde
Blonde Ale Early teens, 14 maybe 15, doesn’t yet display the resolve of someone who has maneuvered a car down a city street or even a country lane … he’s a pretty child, large brown eyes and soft straight dark hair that he keeps however long it grows before his mother proclaims him a ‘savage’…
Function Brewing – Bearing
English Bitter He makes pies, fruit pies exclusively … mid 50’s very thin, grey receding hair cropped short. Green rimmed reading glasses over which he peers when not reading – removing and placing on his face throughout the day is simply too much work. The glasses are donned in the wee hours of the dark…
Central State Brewing – Coconut Nephilim
Imperial Stout She’s wearing flip-flops and her toenails are too long. Not disgustingly so, not unclean or unkempt – they just need a trim, which to her feels like a failure of self care and self respect. How does one ensure they shave their legs and feet each day and yet disregard their toenails? It’s…
The Tap Brewery – Taptoperfest
Oktoberfest Mid thirties PhD student … liberal arts, maybe poetry, maybe American lit. One cat, an orange tabby who uses the litter box inconsistently and destroys anyone audacious enough to place a finger on his belly. Small one bedroom apartment in a quiet complex, she has a fern on the patio and a recycling bin…
18th Street Brewery – Rocket Can Cherry
Fruit Beer Running past the Scrambler he feels the stiffness of the grass under his tennis shoes, the crunch and the give of the blades, the enduring strength of young legs, and fresh excitement verging on hysteria. His right knee is stiff with scab and pulls as he runs but he dare not stop: there…
Who am I drinking? 