Friday, October 2, 2015

The Session #104: It's not you, it's me. Well maybe it's you.

I struggle to find the words, Session, but maybe this thing just isn't working out anymore. I mean, when I met you, it was great. Some many wonderful conversations, so many new experiences. And yes, trying new things and just goofing around with you was fun, and at times, wonderfully intense. But these days, it feels like work. We don't seem to know what to do any more. It seems forced, like you always want to talk about some deep complex subject or do something wildly experimental, like you need to top last month's topic. Can't we have a quiet night and just review some beer? I know, it's not all that original, but hey, I still find that fun even if you don't.

You know, people change and sometimes you don't seem so interested. I mean, this thing seems old fashioned, the way people Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook these days. We used to plan so many things in advance and you were so full ideas about what to do. Now you never tell me what you want to do until almost the last minute. I mean, it seems forced. If you aren't really into this, maybe it's time to, you know, end things?

Yeah, I have to admit, there's evenings where I rather curl up with a good book or go out with some of my friends, but if it's that first Friday of the month, I put my best foot forward to make it work. I've started meeting other writing projects, just being friends of course, and have been totally open with you about this, and I really appreciate your understanding about giving me some space. I've really tried not to miss our special Fridays.  But yes, I've started missing our day here and there, so you're right, I'm not always there for you.

You know we had a wonderful run. I met so many great people through you and had so many good times. You really challenged me, forced me to think differently, made me a better person in your odd way. Those memories will last forever.  OK, that's corny, but I'm trying to put this in the best light. How's this: Nothing truly lasts forever, but things that endure for a long time are really special. Well, that's kinda corny too.  Forgive me for using cliche's, I just can't find the right words.  Even though things don't look good between us, for a while, it really meant something.  That made it all worth doing.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Rambling Reviews 9.28.2015: Three Wild Wheat Beers

For this latest edition of Rambling Reviews, we delve into the unexpectedly wild world of wheat beers. And like the best wheat beers, the reviews are simple and direct.  Let's get right to it.

First up, "Fierce" from Chicago's Off Color Brewing, a Berliner Weisse.  It's cracker crisp, with a zippy, light lemony sour tang. They use the old "lactobacillus in kettle overnight" trick for the sour part, but don't let the "Fierce" name fool you, it's really not THAT sour. Tastes like a Lemonade Radler, except they don't use any lemonade. "Fierce" packs a simplicity punch and I enjoyed sipping a few of these on my front porch.

Next up, Blue Moon Cinnamon Horchata Ale. That's right, Blue Moon Cinnamon Horchata. After passing this beer sitting in the beer cooler at my local Safeway day after day, always wondering "Exactly how does that taste?" I finally broke down and picked up a six-pack to satisfy this itching curiosity. It tastes like a wheat beer with a little sweetness, a little cinnamon, with some lightness that might come from the long grain rice its brewed with. Yes, I kind of liked it. My wife's reaction to this was a far less charitable. "Bleech!" OK, cross Blue Moon Cinnamon Horchata off my bucket list.

Last, but certainly not least, it's Pizza Orgasmica's 4 Grain Hefeweizen. I'm in San Rafael a lot since I have close family there, so we often head on over to Pizza Orgasmica in downtown San Rafael. I've grown fond of this Hefeweizer of theirs, which probably sends old world German brewmasters spinning in their graves. Brewed with barley, wheat, oats and rye, it's grainy, with a thick mouthfeel and lots of underlying clove-like, spicy aromatics, missing the traditional style in a good way. Weird enough to be wonderful and oddly refreshing.
Pizza Orgasmica's one and only 4 Grain Hefeweizen

Friday, September 25, 2015

Road Trip to Bend: Final Thoughts

You'll find this arresting sculpture along Bend's Deschutes River Walk
In Bend, beer truly is everywhere. With at least fifteen breweries crammed within, Bend seems like some sort of economic experiment to determine just how many breweries a town of about 80,000 people can actually support. Starbucks competes for with quiet reading spots with beer bars. You can get your growler filled at a gas station. One wonders just how much more locally brewed beer Bend can soak up.

Standing in line at the seafood counter at a Bend grocery store to get clams and mussels for Sunday evening's paella, I notice shopping cart after shopping cart being pushed by holding six-packs of Coors Light and Budweiser. Even in Bend, craft beer still has plenty more worlds to conquer.
The High Desert Museum south of Bend has an excellent bird of prey exhibit

You call fill your growler with over 20 beers to choose from at this gas station
The Deschutes River rolling through Bend

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Road Trip to Bend: Boneyard Beer

From all appearances, you'd think Boneyard Beer started when a bunch of guys fixing motorcycles one day decided to brew beer instead. We roll into Boneyard around noon Sunday and people are already coming and going, getting their growlers filled for the day. There's no place to sit, so we stand around sipping from our little sampler glasses in a sparse empty space that mostly likely was once a waiting room for a repair shop.  For all the thrash/metal inspiration, the beers are the brewing equivalent of a collection of Barry Manilow tunes: well crafted, hitting all the right notes, though not particularly daring or breaking any new ground.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Road Trip to Bend: Enjoying the Good Life

Everyone should have a local brewery within walking distance. For our friends in Bend, that place is Good Life Brewing. We walk about a mile through town to Good Life, located near one of Bend's many traffic circles.

I ask out waitress how long Good Life's been there. She guesses 2009. Going back to the kitchen, she finds out was it was founded in Bend in 2011, basically making it one of the Bend's middle aged breweries. The beers taste soft and comfortably worn around the edges. Good Life seems like a good place to effortlessly while away an hour or two in the neighborhood. So that's what we do.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Road Trip to Bend: Visiting Deschutes Brewery

Bend was basically a sleepy logging town in the middle of central Oregon when the Deschutes Brewpub opened downtown in 1988. A few years later Deschutes built a larger production production brewery, a major driver in the craft brewing revolution in the Pacific Northwest and beyond, helping to transform Bend into the vibrant destination it is today.

I suppose after visiting other historic breweries like Anchor Brewing and Sierra Nevada, with their classically traditional copper brew kettles, which are effectively shrines to modern American brewing, I expected the same at Deschutes. Oddly enough, instead, it looks just like a modern production brewery. Thankfully, our tour guide knows an awful lot about malt. He also knows plenty about the hops, yeasts, and brewing methods Deschutes used in their beers. An enjoyable tour that threatened to turn into a class, but thankfully didn't.

We get back to the tap room for our complimentary four tastings and the place is crammed full of people and Deschutes merchandise. People crowd three-deep around the bar for their tastings as funky soul music plays above the din. A party threatens to break out any moment.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Road Trip to Bend: The Crux of the Matter

Yours truly about to enjoy some fine beers at
Crux Fermentation Project
Whenever I asked about where to go for beer in Bend, everyone told me I had to go to Crux Fermentation Project. They were right. Saisons scream with flavor at just the right volume without being overpowering. Sipping a simple Porter, I unwittingly stumble onto a coffee bomb. My only nitpicking complaint was that the sours were barely sour, understanding many would find an un-sour sour something of a virtue. Looking around in the friendly, chattering space, I realize in Bend, sipping barrel-aged beers while high end pub food is lots of people's idea of good family time out.  Or a loud date night. It would have be indelicate to sample the entire tap list so reluctantly, I had to resist the temptation to do so.