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| Well, airlines do allow one Carry On |
We left LAX on Friday afternoon, and I knew the weekend
would be good when one of the small airport bars offered cans of beer to go,
including one I’ve never heard of: The GOLDEN ROAD CARRY ON, a citrus ale
that’s extremely heavy on the citrus, but I couldn’t have been more ecstatic in
my nerdiness whilst taking this aboard our Southwest flight to El Paso. In
spite of LAX being a major international hub, and Dallas
being a major international hub, we were inexplicably booked with a stopover in
El Paso.
Sadly, the El Paso
airport completely lacked any local flavor on the suds front, not even a
freakin’ Lone Star beer, not to mention there was no decent food. The
connecting flight to Dallas’
Love Field could not have come soon enough.
First thing I noticed, everyone actually does say
“Y’all”.
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| "But Officer, I wasn't laughing.." |
“I’d like to welcome y’all to Dallas.”
“Y’all have a nice evening.”
We “all” rolled through the airport, amused by the police
attempting to look authoritative on their comical Segways, and hopped into
Jesse & Katerina’s baller black luxury rental vehicle. Thanks to Katerina’s
savvy Groupon skills, we were hooked up in a swanky hotel by The Galleria in North Dallas. Like really swanky. Like
scumbags-like-us-clearly-don’t-belong-here swanky. You’d think after
playing music for 30 years this would be second nature, but it’s not. I’ve
spent my touring life sleeping on filthy floors at the worst house on the block
in the worst part of town. I’m still humbled at moments like this, but I
wasn’t about to complain. The cherry on top was the lobby bar loaded with six Texas beers on tap.
While rooms were being sorted out, I lounged in the lobby on a white leather
chair sipping a toothsome LOST GOLD IPA from Austin’s REAL ALE BREWING. I shouldn’t get
used to this. But I easily could.
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| Like a glowing Xanadu it appears |
After checking in, we all piled into the pimpmobile and
headed to the Lower Greenville neighborhood to check out some local grindcore
bands playing at Taqueria Chichen Itza, which is exactly what it sounds
like: A one-room taqueria, not much larger than the actual tortillas
they’re serving. What they didn’t serve was alcohol, but this venue is
BYOB-friendly, so we headed to the corner store a half block away. However, in
the opposite direction of the liquor store there was a glowing neon row of
bars, with the closest building touting itself as a Bottle Shop. Whaaaa?
Sure enough, I had stumbled upon World Beer Company, a wall to wall bottle shop
with 22 unique taps. The good news is they were open. The bad news is it
was last call. Matt Domino was right behind me and we snuck in for last call for
a couple high-quality, high-octane pints…. the MARTIN HOUSE BREWING PRETZEL
STOUT and the (512) BREWING COMPANY PECAN PORTER, a beer highly recommended to
me by Harley The Vendome Cicerone back home. The vibe was perfect, both beers
were excellent, but they were closing up shop and we had no choice but to
leave. What’s the old adage… “It’s better to have loved and lost, than never to
have loved at all.” Oh, World Beer Co., parting is such sweet sorrow.
Next stop was across the street at the mildly douchey
Libertine Bar, a spot with a multitude of Texas taps posted, but half of which were
unavailable when I ordered them. Joe Denunzio got the last of the
OMMEGANG BELGIAN INDEPENDENCE DAY IPA and I got a taste before I went inside
and waited 15 minutes for pours of the ROGNESS BREWING BEARDY GUARD and
COMMUNITY BEER COMPANY ESB. We loitered outside with our pints, but
tensions rose as Domino got nasty looks from a blonde sitting across from us…
nasty because she made the decision to hit the town commando… meaning no
underpants, just a short skirt, and her wizard sleeve flapping in the
breeze. And yet it was everyone else’s fault for actually noticing she
was sans panties. Look lady, y’all should wear some skivvies next time!
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| Gettin' a taste of Dallas |
We headed back to the taqueria to check out some grinding
noise from Creator/Destroyer, a full-throttle aural assault featuring Fuentes
in the line up, as well as my old pal Dorian Rainwater. I tried ordering
food, but the cook told me, “We’re out of all meats, except ham.” Who’s
ever heard of a ham taco? And the nearby stores stopped selling beer at
midnight. Good to know, expect for the fact that it’s now 1am. I
hit the row of bars again, and fought a crowd of frat folks noisier than
Creator/Destroyer to get a pint of the well-worth-it & skunky ODELL
MYRCENARY IPA. 1:30am, last stop and last call at Greenville Ave Pizza
Company for a couple scrumptious slices and a forgettable pint of BRECKENRIDGE AGAVE WHEAT ALE.
Our whole team was tipsy, and headed back in the pimp ride,
all the while Bobby K. fought off carsickness (which we were convinced is more
of a self-induced phobia) from the far back seat.
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| We must drink by Any Means Necessary |
I awoke Saturday morning, fresh as a daisy. Or at
least as fresh as a daisy that’s been mercilessly trampled multiple times.
Today’s agenda was to meet up with my old friend Chris Thackaberry, a UK native
I first met in London back in 1999 through our shared affinity of fast hardcore
music, and who strangely enough now resides in Wylie, TX. Thacka has
adopted the Texas
lifestyle with a big T, driving one of the most massive white trucks in the
state. The only thing missing was a gun rack. Unlike the wahoo persona of
his vehicle, Thackaberry is the most warm-hearted, friendly, and generous
individuals you would ever hope to meet. He picked me up and shuttled me
to Deep Ellum Brewing to check out their taps during their short window of
Noon-3pm pouring. As we weaved through this endlessly sprawling
metropolis, he enlightened me to the oddball state liquor laws. We
discussed Dry counties (he lives in one, no liquor is sold whatsoever), Damp
counties (beer and wine only), and Wet counties (everything’s for sale, but at
specific hours). Apparently, most breweries are not allowed to sell taps
directly to the public, so they get around this by selling “brewery tours” and
offering a “free” tasting at the end of the tour. Sure enough, we rolled
up to a massive crowd at DEEP ELLUM BREWING. With only a short three hour
window, attendees need to get their drink on in a timely manner. There
was a live band, a food truck, and bustling throngs that were nearly shoulder
to shoulder. No tasters, no flights. The only option was to
purchase a pint glass which came with three wooden nickel drink tokens.
So, this was their “work around”, to avoid selling beer directly to the public…
we’re trading tokens for each pour, not exchanging money. Come to think
of it, I had a similar experience at Jester King Brewing last summer. It
was all making sense.
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| Deep in the heart of Ellum |
I tried everything they had on tap, which wasn’t much… the
DOUBLE BROWN STOUT, DALLAS BLONDE, DEEP ELLUM IPA, and their PALE ALE.
All were decent, the IPA being the best of the four. No specialty taps.
And no flagship DREAM CRUSHER DOUBLE IPA, thus my dreams were indeed trod
upon.
My old pal Jack Barfield made the roadtrip up from Austin and met us at the
brewery. We drank, listened to the mediocre cover band in the courtyard,
and soaked up the unseasonably mild weather. I dreaded Dallas
this time of year, expecting a thoroughly humid, soggy, and boiling hot weekend
of which Texas
is infamous for. Instead we were treated to a rare stretch of overcast
70s weather which was nicer than what I left behind in California. It was 2pm and I hadn’t
eaten a thing. My only option for my second meal, for the second
time: Pizza.
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| Winning the Four Corners lotteria |
At 3pm they gave us the bum’s rush, and we flowed into the
street with the stream of tipsy Texans. Next stop was near the venue we
were playing tonight, FOUR CORNERS BREWING. More baffling was that the
liquor laws were different here than at Deep Ellum. Four
Corners actually had a comfortable tasting room in the brewery and
directly sold samplers & pints. I grabbed a flight of four impressive
brews, the LOCAL BUZZ, BOSS LADY RUSTIC RED, plus the fantastic BLOCK PARTY
PORTER and EL CHINGON IPA. Overall, I enjoyed 4C way more than Deep
Ellum. The mellow vibe was more akin to what I’m used to in SoCal.
Time to head back to the hotel, pick up my bandmates, and
get ready for tonight’s gig. Being the Texas gentlemen that they are, both Barfield
and Thackaberry brought with them a healthy assortment of local flavor for
ample sampling. We had a couple hours before the doors opened at the spot
we were playing, so just enough time to kick off a Room 624 Tasting Party of
our own. We opened eight different beers and split them between four of
us, with Thackaberry barely sipping more than a drop since he volunteered to
drive. Several offerings from REAL ALE, an astonishingly good SHINER RUBY
REDBIRD, a SOUTHERN STAR PINE BELT ALE, an excellent Belgian style white ale
WHITE RABBIT from INDEPENDENCE BREWING, and one of the weekend’s crown jewels,
the BLAKKR collaboration Imperial Black Ale from 3 FLOYDS / SURLY / REAL ALE
(many thanks Mr. Barfield!). Pleased, but not too soggy, we headed to the
venue.
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| Room 624 Tasting Party: Act One |
Speaking of soggy, our original venue, Diablo Ranch, had
been flooded out a few days prior, due to a squall of massive
thunderstorms. With the Ranch underwater, Fuentes scrambled & found
the Vice Palace as a last minute replacement
venue. This less-than-elegant “Palace” is a cavernous warehouse that
could have easily fit 3,000 people. We weren’t expecting 3,000 people,
but it would have to do. No idea what this place used to be, but the
walls inside were covered with a dense, mysterious, furry looking substance
that I was praying wasn’t asbestos. This location was so enormous that
bands just drove their vehicles straight into the heart of the building to unload
their gear. There was a small stage and sound system at one end of the
room that was blasting noisy tunes while everyone prepared for the show.
Strangely enough, it took me a minute to realize the house music was actually
my old band Spazz, from an album I haven’t fully listened to in close to two
decades. It was an oddly disconcerting, vaguely nightmarish & surreal
feeling to hear material that I had written and recorded, of which I barely had
a hint of recognition or recollection.
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| He did. |
I walked a few blocks down for a quick, unsatisfactory
dinner at Hofmann Hots, a hot dog joint with a million double-entendre Weiner
slogans plastered on every square inch of the building. The dog I ate conjured a sense memory of 4th Grade hot lunches, and elementary
school classmates puking on their desks. Well, at least my third meal in Dallas wasn’t pizza.
The show kicked off with a solid line up of Texas grind-hardcore-thrash-power-violence
bands, each one more punishing than the one before them…. Mean & Ugly,
Lacerations, Chest Pain, Mindless, Creator/Destroyer. Next was Weekend
Nachos who had just arrived that morning from Chicago. They blazed through their set
in a shower of miscellaneous smokebombs and fireworks. This crowd was
small but savage, primitive. I saw chunks of the ceiling drifting down
lazily through the haze, all the while praying that I was not catching lung
cancer, or about to perish in an inferno lit by a wayward firecracker.
Infest hit the stage and we cranked out a lukewarm set, not the worst, but not
the best. Poor sound, more fireworks, sweat, mayhem, blood on the floor…
so a good time had by all.
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| Denunzio approved. |
After some hand shaking, picture taking, and soggy pats on
the back, the small but mighty crowd was gone, and we were in the parking lot
alone, being bitten by unseen winged creatures. Wait, what’s the location
of the after-show? Shit. Thankfully our room still contained a
bounty of unsampled local brews, so we capped off the evening with Part 2 of
the Room 624 Tasting Party, highlighted by the weekend’s finest brew:
RAHR & SONS BOURBON BARREL AGED WINTER WARMER, a dark and dense,
slightly sweet, thoroughly dominating Texas
oil slick of a beer.
Sunday I awoke a much fresher daisy than the morning
prior. After a stiff coffee and a scone, it was apparent we would need to
check out soon, and there were still a decent amount of unopened, unique beers
in the fridge. Too early? Hmmm, one of them WAS labeled as a
“Breakfast Brew”. Well, if you insist.
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| If you look very closely you can still see it |
Matt Domino and Crazy Legs Bob headed out to the Waffle
House, enduring a barrage of “Awful House” jokes. Barfield offered to
drive me and Denunzio around for a few hours before heading to the airport, so
we hit the quintessential Dallas tourist spot: Dealey Plaza
– The location of JFK’s assassination, an event rivaled only by Roswell as the grand
poobah of all conspiracy theories. As much as I didn’t think it would
affect me, it was eerily humbling to stand on a site so familiar, one I’ve seen
thousands of times throughout my life via a grainy, Zapruder home movie.
The book depository is still there. The grassy knoll is still there,
crassly identified with a massive yellow “GRASSY KNOLL” banner. And there
are two painted “X”s in the street, locations of the first shot and the second
shot. Avoiding hucksters who were selling conspiracy newsletters or
recruiting visitors for unnecessary tour packages, and watching families run
into the middle of the street to mug for photos over each “X” was
uncomfortable, but also typically American in its own way. The only thing
missing was a corporate sponsor: “The JFK Assassination Site –
Sponsored by Taco Bell and Monster Energy Drink”.
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| Poser. |
Sticking to this downtown neighborhood, we hit Sonny Bryan’s
Smokehouse for what turned out to be mediocre BBQ, highlighted only by the fact
I got to try one of the local favorites recommended by several friends, the
delicious PETICOLAS BREWING VELVET HAMMER, a smooth drinking, deep red, strong
ale. We got to the airport early enough to relax and enjoy a couple more
pre-boarding pints including the roasty, dark, malty SAINT ARNOLD BREWING SANTO
black kolsch. Not sure why the airport bar insisted on showing endless CNN coverage of the recently downed Malaysia jetliner. Not the most prudent of viewing choices for a terminal full of passengers. Flying home, seated next to the one woman on the plane who
would never stop talking even if you threatened her with a white-hot branding
iron, I realized this was my first trip to the Lone Star State when I didn’t subject myself to
Lone Star beer. Considering Lone Star is one of the worst beers in the
country, and I had just sampled some of the best beers Texas has to offer, it was a fair
trade-off. Vaya con dios, Tejas. Turns out y’all know what you’re doing
with your brewing.
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| Continuous plane crash coverage on the airport bar TV, right before I board a plane. Good choice. |
The beering continues…
Thursday 7/17 – New release tasting at Vendome and a couple
at home:
1401 - BOULEVARD SAISON BRETT (2014) - A freshly manicured
garden in a glass, no overwhelming pucker, tart but smooth.
1402 - STONE BREWING ENJOY BY 08.16.14 IPA - Flawless and
fresh as always, a real man's IPA, definitely related to the cannabis family.
1403 - ROUGH DRAFT BREWING 2ND DRAFT AMERICAN MANHATTAN ALE
- Supposed to be homage to the Manhattan
cocktail, tastes like Brach's chocolate covered cherries to me, though not
unpleasant.
1404 - BOULEVARD LOVE CHILD NO. 4 - The beautiful mutant
offspring of all things wild, funky and tart. Good one.
1405 - BROUWERIJ DE MOLEN / ANCHORAGE COLLABORATION MUD
& FUNK - Not at all what I expected, tastes nothing like an imperial stout,
and everything like an acidic red wine.
1406 - HERMITAGE BREWING ALE OF THE IMP - I bought one of
these about 4-5 years ago and it was horrific. A friend insisted I try it
again. Not horrific at all. Seriously great DIPA. Thanks for not being terrible
anymore, Hermitage. And thanks for insisting I give this brewery another try,
Chris Wilder.
1407 - DE STRUISE BROUWERS PANNEPOT (2011) - Ridiculous how
excellent this is, tart like a wine, well rounded and malty beeriness, this is
incredible.
1408 - BEAR REPUBLIC BREWING BIG BEAR BLACK STOUT - Decent,
I taste the hops more than anything, could be even inkier for my tastes.
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| Here's another long-winded story, y'all... |
Friday 7/18 – LAX but mostly Dallas
1409 - HEINEKEN RIO DE JANEIRO CITY EDITION – What’s this
about a ‘Shitty Edition’?
1410 - GOLDEN ROAD CARRY ON CITRUS ALE - Makes me happy to
buy this @ LAX and carry it on the plane. You made me a very pleased man, Golden Road.
1411 - RAHR & SONS TEXAS RED - Decent way to start our
weekend in Dallas,
six pack from a gas station. Not bad, but things can only get better.
1412 - REAL ALE BREWING LOST GOLD IPA - Have I mentioned how
much I love TX yet? Killer IPA! Hoppy but balanced by the grains, y'all.
1413 - (512) BREWING COMPANY PECAN PORTER – The shiznit.
Highly recommended by Harley The Vendome Cicerone back home, but I didn’t
expect to actually find it. An Austin
brewery on tap at World Beer Co.
1414 - MARTIN HOUSE BREWING PRETZEL STOUT – At World Beer
Co. Sweet, malty, interesting concept, but the taste is not distinctly
pretzely as touted.
1415 – OMMEGANG BELGIAN INDEPENDENCE DAY IPA – Libertine Bar. The keg
tapped out with Joe Denunzio’s glass, but I got a taste. Great Belgian
style IPA, and the best hoppy beer I’ve had from Ommegang.
1416 - COMMUNITY BEER COMPANY ESB – Libertine Bar. Palatable
but not memorable.
1417 - ROGNESS BREWING BEARDY GUARD – Libertine Bar. Is it
weirder that there’s a Biere de Garde coming out of TX, or that the brewery is
from a town in TX named Pflugerville?
1418 - ODELL BREWING MYRCENARY DOUBLE IPA – Blind Butcher
bar, 1am outside in surprisingly perfect weather. Wonderfully skunkified double
IPA.
1419 - BRECKENRIDGE BREWERY AGAVE WHEAT – Meh. Nothing
to write home about, nor blog about. A pint to accompany 2am pizza in downtown Dallas.
Saturday 7/19 – Dallas,
sans J.R. Ewing
1420 - DEEP ELLUM BREWING DOUBLE BROWN STOUT – Decent, more
akin to an English style stout.
1421 - DEEP ELLUM BREWING DALLAS BLONDE – I picture an
actual Dallas Blonde as big and voluptuous. This beer isn’t big and
voluptuous. It’s mild and nondescript.
1422 - DEEP ELLUM BREWING DEEP ELLUM IPA – Excellent hoppy
IPA, too bad they weren’t serving their Double IPA.
1423 - DEEP ELLUM BREWING PALE ALE – S’OK.
1424 - FOUR CORNERS BREWING LOCAL BUZZ – Delicious rye
golden ale brewed with locally sourced honey, gotta love that.
1425 - FOUR CORNERS BREWING EL CHINGON IPA – A combo of hops
and distinct malt, one of my faves.
1426 - FOUR CORNERS BREWING BLOCK PARTY PORTER – The best of
the four Four Corners I tried, roasty and
chocolatey and smoooove on the finish. Excellent.
1427 - FOUR CORNERS BREWING BOSS LADY RUSTIC RED – Mildly
hoppy red, not mind-blowing, but quaffable.
1428 - INFAMOUS BREWING HIJACK CREAM ALE – Not bad, but I
never expect greatness from cream ales.
1429 - INDEPENDENCE BREWING WHITE RABBIT – This was a
standout of all the Austin
cans & bottles from Jack Barfield, a Belgian style white ale, so damn good.
1430 - REAL ALE BREWING HANS' PILS – OK.
1431 - REAL ALE BREWING BREWER'S CUT NO. 015 SIGNATURE HOP
PALE ALE – Real hop bite minus the bitterness, tastes a bit like corn on the
cob.
1432 - REAL ALE / 3 FLOYDS / SURLY COLLABORATION BLAKKR
IMPERIAL BLACK ALE – A worship-worthy collaboration of North meets South, a
superior imperial black ale with heavy hops and chocolate goin’ on, plus at
9.99% ABV it’ll knock you on your ass if you’re not a professional.
1433 - REAL ALE BREWING BREWHOUSE BROWN ALE – Decent, malty,
and sessionable.
1434 - SHINER RUBY REDBIRD – I have an aversion to Shiner
Bock, but I couldn’t believe I didn’t hate this. It’s actually quite
good, killer for a hot TX day. Not overly sweet. Grapefruit without the
heavy acidity, and a sharp ginger bite. Good one.
1435 - SOUTHERN STAR BREWING PINE BELT PALE – Nice coppery,
easy drinking pale with some bite.
1436 - AUSTIN BEERWORKS HEAVY MACHINERY DOUBLE IPA – So much
writing on the can, it’s of Biblical proportions. Awesome crunchy IPA.
1437 - SAINT ARNOLD BREWING 20TH ANNIVERSARY ALE – Tastes
like it’s a hybrid of barleywine meets a Belgian quad. It’s 2am and this is
delicious.
1438 - REAL ALE BREWING DEVIL'S BACKBONE TRIPEL – Belgian
style, golden and satisfying.
1439 - RAHR & SONS BOURBON BARREL AGED WINTER WARMER - A
dark and dense, slightly sweet, thoroughly dominating Texas oil slick. Best beer of the
trip. I’m forever grateful to Chris Thackaberry for hooking us up with
this bottle.
1440 - REAL ALE BREWING FULL MOON PALE RYE ALE – Good one,
with that sharp & distinct rye bite.
1441 - REAL ALE BREWING FIREMAN'S #4 BLONDE ALE – Described
in my notebook as “whatever”.
Sunday 7/20 – Dallas
tastings, and back to LA
1442 - MARTIN HOUSE BREWING DAY BREAK 4 GRAIN BREAKFAST BREW
– Did you say “breakfast”? OK, if you insist. Ale brewed with honey and
milk sugar. Sweet and oatmealy. Interesting for a taste, but I wouldn’t
want the full can.
1443 - MARTIN HOUSE BREWING RUBBERNECK RED – Tasty freakin’
red with some good full-bodied hops going on. Apparently someone from The
Toadies is involved in this brewery. I couldn’t name a Toadies song, but
I guess that gives ‘em some sort of street cred?
1444 - GRAPEVINE CRAFT BREWERY LAKEFIRE RYE PALE ALE – So-so. Surprisingly, it
doesn’t have that rye bite I was expecting.
1445 - REAL ALE BREWING WHITE – Wheaty and tasty. A
good Nooner beer.
1446 - PETICOLAS BREWING VELVET HAMMER – Both smooth and
powerful as the name implies. Is it an imperial red? All I know is
this would be one of my “go to” beers if I lived here.
1447 - SAINT ARNOLD BREWING SANTO – I got lucky to find a
damn good airport beer. A black kolsch with dark malt depth. Refreshing.
1448 - HARPOON BREWERY IPA – Very tasty hop attack with a
back end malt finish, well-balanced and comforting.
1449 - KARBACH BREWING HOPADILLO IPA – Making my Houston layover more
tolerable, a nice, dense, hoppy beast.
1450 - SAINT ARNOLD
BREWING SUMMER PILS – Good although not distinct.
1451 - CORONA EXTRA – I expected it to be pointless, and it
is. But at least there’s finally an airline beer I haven’t had, in order to
break the Bud & Heineken monotony.
Monday 7/21 - Home
1452 - COORS BREWING BATCH 19 PRE-PROHIBITION STYLE LAGER –
I was expecting the worst, but this was surprisingly drinkable. It’s not too
far removed from “old man beer”, but goes fine as an inoffensive accompaniment
to spicy Mexican food. Thanks for the bottle, Kelly Reese.
1453 - MENDOCINO BREWING BLACK IPA SEASONAL – I’m a fan of
this style, although this one wasn’t distinct.
1454 - BOULDER BEER COMPANY MOJO INDIA PALE ALE - Decent, but
also semi-soapy. I wouldn’t drink it again by choice.
Tuesday 7/22 – Home, digging into the long-awaited Beer Camp
collection
1455 - HENNINGER PREMIUM LAGER - My wife found this at the
99 Cent Store. Surprisingly it's pretty decent, your average lager but better
than Bud.
1456 - SIERRA NEVADA / 3 FLOYDS COLLABORATION BEER CAMP
CHICO KING PALE ALE - Very tasty hoppy brau, but tastes very much in line with trademark
Sierra Nevada hopped beers. Good, but I expected an imperial over-the-top
beer with FFF involved.
1457 - SIERRA NEVADA / OSKAR BLUES COLLABORATION BEER CAMP
CANFUSION RYE BOCK - Heavy rye and citrus bite, smooooth finish, tasty and
somewhat unique collab.
1458 - SIERRA NEVADA / NINKASI COLLABORATION BEER CAMP
DOUBLE LATTE - My fave of the collabs so far, fantastic coffee milk stout,
creamy, roasty, and damn near perfect.
1459 - SIERRA NEVADA / NEW GLARUS COLLABORATION BEER CAMP
THERE AND BACK ENGLISH STYLE BITTER - Very tasty, hoppy English bitter with
mild roasty and citrusy bits. A fine collab.
Wednesday 7/23 – Home, exploring more Beer Camp
1460 - SIERRA NEVADA / CIGAR CITY COLLABORATION BEER CAMP
YONDER BOCK - Didn't get a lot of the fruitiness, but very dense & bready.
Still a good collaboration.
1461 - SIERRA NEVADA / FIRESTONE WALKER COLLABORATION BEER
CAMP TORPEDO PILSNER - Pretty mild, hoppy pils collab. Actually, my first
similar choice would be the Firestone Walker Pivo Pils.
1462 - SIERRA NEVADA / BELL'S
COLLABORATION BEER CAMP MAILLARD'S ODYSSEY - Deep, rich, dense dark ale. I
wasn't expecting greatness from a Bell's
collab, but this is one of my faves from the pack.
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