Now, before you start thinking, “what have the guys been drinking that made them decide to dispense dating advice?” This is not an article about dating. For reasons beyond our control, the three of us have stumbled into awesome relationships with really great women. And, therefore, we don’t know how to date anymore.
This article is about finding the right beer to serve at your wedding reception. Years ago I would have been happy with whatever beer was provided, as long as it was free. But that was long before I fell head-over-heels for craft beer. And now that I’m the groom I can not, with a clear conscience, allow my guests to drink “fizzy yellow beer.” Also, my soon-to-be wife and I would have to drink it too and there is NO way that was happening.
So, without further adieu, The Guys guide to choosing the right beer or beers for your wedding reception Continue reading →
For starters, let me say that for the most part, I disdain the writings of Ayn Rand and the tenets of her Objectivist philosophy. (Strange way to start a bar review, right?) So it interested me — and irked me just a little — that a taproom I was very much looking forward to would be named after, or at least reference, Rand’s first major novel. The fact that I can get past that and move forward should be testament to how much people in the neighborhood and beer geeks such as myself have been wanting to check out The Fountainhead, in the makings for 18 long months, located at Montrose and Damen.
Considering we’ve been keeping our eyes on the corner back when it was an abandoned drugstore, just starting to be rehabbed, it’s safe to say we’ve been chomping at the bit for this joint to finally throw back the doors and say “Yes! Enter! Enjoy us and imbibe heavily!“ We wandered down to the corner, and surprise — there it was. A little birdy had told me they might be up and running, and lo and behold, they were.
A big Ol’ Imperial Brown Ale to help you with your slippery slide on into springtime. Rich, smooth, dangerous & chocolatey.
Lagunitas Wilco Tango Foxtrot
American Strong Ale, 7.83% ABV
I poured this imperial brown ale into a plastic cup, sadly, at a hotel room in Lansing, MI. Apparently, when I go on the road for work I will need to start packing a Belgian tulip glass along with my bottle opener. Continue reading →
Bell’s Black Note combines three of the greatest things on the face of the earth; (1) Bell’s Special Double Cream Stout, (2) Bell’s Expedition Stout & (3) bourbon barrels.
Expedition is, hands down, one my favorite Russian Imperial Stouts — especially after some time in the cellar. And the Special Double Cream Stout is a great go-to beer in the winter months. Bell’s Black Note is a magical blend of the two, and is then aged in bourbon barrels.
Andrew and Ryan had the Schlafly Dry Hopped Marzen on tap at the Schlafly Bottleworks after a tour of the brewery. First, a sample and then a big boy beer.
The dry hopped Marzen is a very recent, as in the weekend we were there, release of a collaboration between one of our favorite Midwest breweries and a kick-ass little brewery in Stuttgart, Germany called Calwer-Eck-Brau. Continue reading →
Hearty and satisfying, our Coffee Stout is the ultimate full-bodied brew. Wisconsin water, roasted malts, and imported hops are the natural ingredients we use to brew this bier. Then cold pressed organic coffee from Just Coffee Co-op is infused into the brew.
New Glarus Coffee Stout
American Stout, 5.75% ABV
I sure do love me a good coffee stout. The rich coffee aroma and flavors mixing with a bit of chocolate. Nothing beats it. And this offering from New Glarus did not disappoint. Continue reading →
A deep, mahogany Belgian-style brown ale brewed with beet sugar, raisins, and Belgian-style yeast. We began brewing this one at our brewpub in 1996 as the answer to the question, “What beer should I enjoy with a wood-grilled steak?”
Dogfish Head Raison D’Etre
Belgian Strong Dark Ale, 8% ABV
Ryan: Sadly, I did not have a steak when I drank this beer but I imagine it would pair very well with one. Continue reading →
As much as we obviously love gushing over the highest of highbrow brews, and poking over years and years of cellared beers, the staff of Guys Drinking Beer readily admits that yes, Virginia, there is a time when one must drink a macro-brew. In an effort to try to defuse the idea that we are rampant beer snobbists, who imbibe only from the proper glassware and demand our cask-conditioned firkin selections be served at exactly 38.8 degrees Farenheit, allow us to wax poetically about one of our favorite intoxicants.
We be livin’ the High Life, friends and neighbors. And what a High Life it is.
Despite our heavily fortified bunker packed with an impressive selection of quality beers, occasionally we venture out into the world around us to explore reality. Sometimes those trips require us to end up at places where our preferred beer selections are, shall we say, limited. We’ve all been in situations where we’re in a mixed crowd of non-beer-dorks and don’t feel like getting into the conversation that starts with “do you have anything better than…” and generally ends with something like “…no, it’s fine, forget it, I’ll have a Bud Light.”
And sometimes you just want to throw caution to the wind and delve back into the wide world of SABMiller and InBev’s most hallowed products. Fine, say we – there’s still a way to make a reasoned and measured choice in the face of Mainstream Beer Limitations. You might be surprised that I don’t defer to the Pabst Blue Ribbon when it comes to buying cheap beer. I used to, but sadly, most places have caught up to the idea that PBR is the anti-macro and charge accordingly.
Here’s an example of exactly what went down last night. ‘Twas a lovely evening, breezy and in the upper 70s, and we decided it would be a good evening to wander down the street and just see where we ended up. Thanks to some active advertising of cheap beers and cheaper wings, we deferred to a place with a patio that generally sells tight shirts and sports on TV over their culinary offerings. That, and we were tired of walking. Laziness wins again.
There were $10 domestic buckets on sale, but from what we could tell, it was limited to your standard Bud/Light/Miller/Lite selections. (If anyone can tell me why domestic continues to exclude Rolling Rock, being brewed in Pennsylvania, be my guest, aside from a profit/loss sheet.) Here’s the deal — when you see options like these, always, always, always ask for High Life. Chances are excellent that they have it on hand — the masses just generally defer to the standard choices. Lo and behold, scant minutes later, we were happily downing 5 High Life’s at our leisure, when we otherwise would be forced to fight through cheap light nothingness.
Beyond that, believe it or not, I like High Life in the classic Champagne of Beers bottles. (Cans need not apply, unless they’re tallboys clad in that camouflage pattern that comes around during hunting season.) It’s a classic recipe with some actual taste and body, and a nice sweet finish that normally would just remind me of the cheap corn they brew with, but in the case of the High Life, it works. And sometimes, you just want to drink a dozen beers in the sun and I can’t think of a better cheap choice — because maybe you don’t feel like a can of Half Acre Gossamer or 8. Hey, it happens.
Now, if someone would send this guy over to our place during a baseball game, it would be greatly appreciated.
“Our brewers’ intention on Hops Infusion was to create a complexity of hops flavor and aromas, not found in any other beer. Made with seven hop varieties, this deep copper-orange IPA is loaded with juicy hop notes of pine, lemon zest, and a layer of pink grapefruit and a strong foundation of toasted caramel malts underneath it all give this beer a complexity that’s unparalleled.”
Weyerbacher Hops Infusion
American IPA, 6.2% ABV
This beer pours amber in color and leaves about two fingers worth of sticky, white head clinging to the side of the glass.
There are hints of caramel and lots of grapefruit in the nose. So far, it smells like a well balanced American IPA. Continue reading →