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Muling Shitlords Demand Union Benefits from Local Breweries

In what is being called the premiere organized labor movement of the beer world in 2015, profiteering muling groups have now demanded union rights and benefits from the local breweries they patronize.  “We are organized, and we aren’t going anywhere, we want medical benefits and the guarantee to buy several allocations of limited bottles, we refuse to be bullied any longer,” local foreman, Chase Bellicose noted proudly,  “It is 2015 and we refuse to be beholden to 1 per person limits any more, if we can’t get cases upon cases of these sub-1000 count releases, our muling groups starve.  That’s just immoral.”

No longer will local muling groups be forced to starve due to bottle limits.

No longer will local muling groups be forced to starve due to bottle limits.

With increasing frequency, muling shitlords have assembled their diabetic laborers into Facebook groups to demand the rights to which they feel entitled.  “This isn’t the gilded age, I dont work hard 28 hours a week at Office Depot just to walk away with two Hill Farmstead bottles, this is America, they need to realize what we deserve,”  Daniel Jaunders stated firmly, a look of Dickensian filth upon his cargo shorts, laser printer ink smeared across his pockmarked mutton chops. “We toil under their regime, these brewery capitalists just watch on high while I neglect my family and job to stand in a single-file line for hours.  Because I stood there, I deserve far more. I want triple allocations, also access to health care to provide my fiance with nuva rings,” Jaunders stated while playing Clash of Clans, standing pre-emptively in a line for a Tired Hands release he suspects is forthcoming,  “Other people look at me and just see an obese man-child standing in an industrial park waiting for sugar water, sure, it’s partly that, but they don’t see 22 other hungry mouths from all over the country: MY FACEBOOK GROUP. If my muling group goes thirsty is it not right to steal a loaf of breadwater?”

While not standing in lengthy lines, local mules enjoy a variety of equally trivial hobbies

While not standing in lengthy lines, local mules enjoy a variety of equally-excessive hobbies

Magic Hat Brewing head brewer, John Stavinski, has watched this situation bubble over for the past few years and sagely noted, “being the worst brewery in Vermont, we thankfully haven’t had to deal with anyone lining up for anything we make, but Godspeed to our contemporaries, it truly is the proletariat reckoning that has been forthcoming for so long.”

Fueling the controversy are groups of covetous, shameless adults who seek to breach the restrictive allocation requirements and share all bottles in common, specifically with one another in limited groups at the expense of the general public.  “We are just about what’s right” local resident, Chad Merkins stated as he loaded cases upon cases of Goose Island Nuthulu into his Mitsubishi Mirage, “we understand there are limited bottles but, these locals need to realize just because they come here daily and drink their peasant pale ales, that doesn’t mean they should get the limited bottles.  The entitlement of locals these days, I swear you wouldn’t believe it.”  Merkins’ pregnant girlfriend and migrant laborer colleague seemed to express similar dismay at standing in a line on a Tuesday morning.  “Yo no creo porque estoy aqui, hay muchos gordos, esta muy triste,” Guillermo Esquivel noted sagely while standing in line in what appeared utter confusion.

local girlfriends look forward to spending time standing in lines evaluating their respective relationships

local girlfriends look forward to spending time standing in lines evaluating their tenuous relationships

Despite the clear opposition from the needlessly oppressive Brewer Regime, these revolutionary upstarts are determined to seize the means of post-production from their restrictive overlords.  One such beverage magnate, head brewer of Side Project brewing, Cory King, noted “we really just try to spread out the releases in a fair way.  We realize that it is limited and we try to act in a manner that is equitable for all our consumers.  These people aren’t employees, I am not even sure why they keep demanding health benefits, Cialis, Rogaine, access to elective cosmetic surgery, all kinds of outlandish requests.  We are trying our best to keep everyone happy.”  The capitalistic tone was evident throughout the interview that most brewers don’t even feel that they owe these strangers PPO insurance.

local attendees express dismay at the 4 per person limits on the most recent adjunct stout bottling

local attendees express dismay at the 4 per person limits on the most recent adjunct stout bottling

“We will overcome this tyranny,” Merkins stated defiantly, “by organizing on private Facebook groups, no one can stop us.  We will organize pricing on secondary sites and make sure no one is getting shortchanged by the prices that we set.  Only then will the beer industry be free from these laissez-faire pigs. Our anonymous grumblings and passive-aggressive complaints will be felt throughout Twitter and Yelp reviews.  If they think we are going to lay down and accept 2 per person limits, they have another thing coming.”  At press time Merkins was busy pre-drafting complaints about a wristband system a brewery intended utilizing.

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Watching 1986 A Room With a view and getting tweakt the FUQQQ up.

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Tall see this shit? Helena Bonham carter and judy dench up in this 1986 shit?

The book was anachronistic from Forster, the movie was a trifling best picture nod, and this beer is future stout technology .

Too hot, too fusel , mad roasty, sky high needlessly unbalanced abv that gets ratcheted back by the phenomenal coffee and nominal barrel aging

Y’all see Daniel day Lewis is in this shit? Some mid 1980s blatant Rousseau imagery shit, y’all seent this shit?

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2013 vs 2014 Old Forester Birthday Bourbon aka that OFBB B-Day Round Off

Whenever I post a whiskey review cervixes get bruised and someone pipes up with urethral hurt complaining for one reason or another.  It is either hardcore bourbon heads watching the bow of their beloved ship sink woefully into the bubbling tide, dashed upon the rocks of secondary markets and dipshit foodies and the last thing they need are a bunch of beta casuals crossing over.  Alternatively it is hardcore beer nerds who bristle at providing any content about the emptied vessels they covet so hard, WE LOVE PAPPY BARRELS BUT FUCK OFF IF I HAVE TO HEAR ABOUT THESE PRE-BEER PHASES.

At any rate, the show must go on, gotta drive up engagement, push new users to this smoldering Passchendaele mudpit of death.  So today I will be doing a heads up of two vintages of Old Forester Birthday Bourbon, if you don’t like it, go dust the calcified cum shards off of Beerpulse and live how you see fit.

Blue painter's tape and lab vials? You know this is about to be a pro review.

Blue painter’s tape and lab vials? You know this is about to be a pro review.

Old Forester Birthday Bourbon has been made since 2002 and it resides gleefully in that power to dollar wheelhouse next to Elmer T Lee and Weller 107 that people have consistently scooped up.  Recently people have lost six degrees of shit over this 2013 vintage, not since it was declared MALT ADVOCATE WHISKEY OF THE YEAR in 2007 have nips throbbed this longingly.  So let’s compare the two and sweat it out together.

At this point beer assholes will argue over all kinds of stupid shit.

At this point beer assholes will argue over all kinds of stupid shit.

2013 OFBB 4 BBWs 97 proof:

The color looks a touch lighter than the 2014 and this evidences a tenor for what continues.  The nose is floral, cherry, baking spices, red fruit, overall just sweeter than a Korean teenager and even more loyal.  The taste isnt especially complex nor is the finish exceedingly long, there’s not real syrupy viscosity to it.  Where it excels is a simple burnt brown sugar, candied walnuts, and cinnamon life cereal.  Others seem to opine that this has some lengthy finish but I can’t support that with any modicum of 4realzness.  For an ostensible $35, i.e. $120 on secondary market, shit is pretty legit.

OH SHIT TODAY IS PIZZA DAY

OH SHIT TODAY IS PIZZA DAY

2014 OFBB, m4m, 97 proof

The color is far darker than the proof and age would let on, and the nose follows suit with a deep woody dryness to it, there’s oak, sawdust, apple pie and a red hots candy finish.  It is far less sweet than the 2013 but I suppose it feels “older” or has a touch more depth.  The types of masochists who were grinding the bedpost over saz18 will find this to be in that same minty oaky vein.  The alcohol is more present, it is drier and more peppery, it forgoes that bakery sweetness and runs a route of oaky dryness.

Overall: people keep creaming their jeans over both of these and, if you can find them at retail it is well worth your time, the shitmouths trying to flip these for Fou Foune x 2 can fuck right off.  For the $40 on shelf category you can do far worse, but you can also do far better. In terms of secondary market balling, dropping that $110+ for the 2013 again doesnt seem to make sense when there are so many other formidable choices.

No one gives a fuck, back to your regularly scheduled malt tits programming.

posts like these would get me thrown out of other ultra elite beer discussion societies.

posts like these would get me thrown out of other ultra elite beer discussion societies.

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BREAKING NEWS: Jim Koch talks shit on emerging breweries, gets the Heisman by a Hobo Lord

Harvard MBA and JD holder, Jim Koch, bestowed his royal presence upon Boston watering hole, ROW 34, last October evening and his presence was announced with a multitude of coronets melodies rhapsodical and fair, and much fealty was paid, the kissing of rings and gripping of the imperial purple robe, UNTIL EVERYTHING WENT HORRIBLY WRONG: they were not serving the regal beverage crafted by the Craft Beer Highness himself.

ROW 34 BRAZENLY IN VIOLATION OF ROYAL DECREE FAILED TO LEAVE A DEFERENTIAL TAPLINE DEDICATED TO HIS MAJESTY’S BELOVED SAM ADAMS BOSTON LAGER.

Here is a summary of the full story here, as told by Boston Magazine:
http://www.bostonmagazine.com/restaurants/article/2015/01/05/jim-koch-sam-adams-beer/

In short, Row 34, like so many reputable craft beer bars outright noted that they had no interest serving Sam Adams Boston Lager or any of the 87 seasonal offerings which constituted their annual offerings numbering 1,342 discrete beers.  “Yeah, no shit, this is news to literally no one except Jim Koch.”  Well apparently the beverage magnate allowed his monocle to fall squarely into the lap of a hipster patron and brusque not unlike an 18th century barrister and demanded to inspect these SO CALLED alleged craft beer kegs within their ice house of iniquity.  WHAT HE FOUND SHOCKED EVEN HIM: actually good beer that people give a fuck about and enjoy drinking.

It is 2015 and some breweries still cant even triforce

It is 2015 and some breweries still cant even triforce

So Jim Koch goes rifling around the kegs warbling something about “freshness” and “Michael Jackson lacing” muttering “Charlie Papazian inverted carbonation” which mystified Lord Hobo owner, Daniel Lanigan.  With the outrage presented, you would think Row 34 was serving vintage Pipeworks Kegs or White Birch verticals, when in fact their taplist leaves little to be desired:

Click to access Beer-1215.pdf

I met Daniel Lanigan once, it was at an invite only Cantillon dinner hosted by Jean Van Roy, I can readily assure you, the number of fucks given about Sam Adams at that event was well in the sub-plural range.

You wont fit in everywhere you go, feels ensue

You wont fit in everywhere you go, feels ensue

The whole exchange underscores a point that presents an ever-increasing divide between the old guard of Sierra Nevada/New Belgium coveting cicerones from the late 1990’s and the palate of these godforsaken insatiable millennials.  While sipping Roggenbiers and English Dark Milds used to hold some luster for people sitting in garages during the Clinton administration, options and tastes have evolved beyond the days of 56k modems and Quake Arena matches.

Those same dipshits who still drink scintillating offerings such as:

CINDER BLOCK RAUCHBIER

INIFINIUM SHELF RESIDENT BEER

JUNIPER IPA

NORSE LEGEND SAHTI

BLACKBERRY WITBIER

are not the same consumers whom Row 34 currently seeks to engender.  This is the case for many people new to craft beer.  While grocery store “mixer sixer” ballers have their place and demographic, it would be tantamount to busting into a Michael Mena restaurant and demanding to know why there is no fried Pepsi or funnel cakes on the menu. Fear not though, there are innumerable Facebook groups of “[ADJECTIVE] BEER LOVERS” who still drink 1000+ mediocre irrelevant offerings with pride every year, post unviewed Youtube videos for nonexistent audiences, and people who still embrace Beer Advocate as a valuable resource to keep Boston Beer Company a viable concern for the ongoing future.

In sum, the story resounds like an aging Whitesnake fan bursting in on a Mars Volta concert fraught with concern for what THESE KIDS ENJOY THESE DAYS? SAISONS? WHAT EVEN IN THE HOW NOW, IN A BARREL?!  If you go to a craft beer bar and see a dude in Oakleys with a Tommy Bahama shirt and a Nextel cell phone clipped to his cargo shorts, you just found your Sam Adams consumer base, unshakeable and fully ready to extol the virtues of Ranger IPA at length, muttering “RESPECT BEER” and blanket “DRINK LOCAL” statements with careless abandon.

This site isn’t for those beer drinkers any more than Lord Hobo exists to pander to that demographic, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

There's nothing wrong with appealing to a totally different audience

There’s nothing wrong with appealing to a totally different audience

EDITORS NOTE:  This took place last October not Saturday as previously reported, and it occurred at Row 34. Like you gave a shit anyway.

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@bentpaddlebeer DOUBLE BLACK: The Black Damnation from DULUTH MINNESOTA, where people live north of the wall.

We haven’t heard any peeps from Town Hall in a while, Surly is minding their gosh darn business now that Darkness’s partially barrel aged ass has come and gone, and Remarque would remark that all seemed quiet on the Minnesotan front.  Splashing seductively under the surface with a crooked device are these bent paddle boys of out Duluth.  I had their Black Ale previously and things were pretty okay I guess.  It is nothing I would twist my nips over, but the infrequency of that action is well documented.  BUT WHAT ABOUT THIS ONE?  Double the blacks, 100% more barrel aging, 100% less Struise involvement.  Let’s get after it.

I didnt choose the glasswale life, the BRAT life chose me

I didnt choose the glasswale life, the BRAT life chose me

Barrel Aged Double Black, Bent Paddle Brewing

Duluth Minnesota, Barrel aged Double Black Ale 10.4% abv

A:  As a general note, I never understand the middling classification of “BLACK ALE” when it amounts to marketing poisoning from a consumer standpoint.  If you label this a BA stout or BA porter, weak tickers can grind some meat off of that bone.  When Uinta Labyrinth dropped an awesome BA Stout on people, no one bought it because BLACK ALE WHAT IS THIS I DONT EVEN.  In short, this is somewhere just south of the heft of an imperial stout and somewhere more substantial than a slick porter.  It is essentially Central Waters BA Stout in appearance, svelte, no sheeting to note, carb is on point but neither excessive nor menacing.

You know DDB is servicing a very specific audience with a DOUBLE BLACK ALE BARREL AGED review.  Super specific and deviant.

You know DDB is servicing a very specific audience with a DOUBLE BLACK ALE BARREL AGED review. Super specific and deviant.

S:  This exhibits a strange not quite stout or porter countenance replete with carmelized sugar, sticky figs, sugar daddies, mallowfoam, and closes with a sort of caramel aspect.  It honestly leans closer towards a barrel aged old ale in many respects, despite the dark appearance, the chocolate and cocoa is placed firmly in the third row seating.

T:  This is, again, an exceptionally sweet but easy to drink banger that finally dusts off the chocolate haymaker for the closing back palate.  Again it feels like some weird hybrid genre that took that sticky sweet aspects from a BA old ale but then remained agile and dry on the finish.  As a result the taste comes across as excessively sweet in prolonged sessions, BRAT or otherwise.  It’s like when dudes would swap ACURA engines into a tiny ass CRX’s and everything would go apeshit, it is excessive but strangely manageable.  A paradox of sticky saccharine kisses.

when u pop a BA BLACK ALE at a tasting, tickers get that skeptical face on

when u pop a BA BLACK ALE at a tasting, tickers get that skeptical face on

M:  This is sweet at the outset like brown sugar and oatmeal but quickly drops a chocolate note right down your throat and finishes dry and roasty.  The barrel character is seamlessly integrated and oddly ramped up the sweet notes immeasurably.  I would be curious to see where they sourced these barrels from because it has a decidedly decadent aspect from a base beer that simply gets throttled and cant keep pace.  GINGER ROGERS DOING WHAT FRED ASTAIRE DID EXCEPT BARREL AGED AND BACKWARDS IN HEELS.

D:  This is easy to drink from a strictly physical standpoint: it is thin and not excessively flabby.  However, in that simplicity lies the sticky icky left on stage by its lonesome and after a whole 750ml it becomes cloying and more difficult to drink at higher temperatures.  In sum, perfect to share but nothing you want to take on yourself, kinda like a KFC Family meal.  You stomach that solo, you’re in for some regrets

crazy mouthfeel, mad coating, pangs of self loathing and decadence

crazy mouthfeel, mad coating, pangs of self loathing and decadence

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New England brewing company apologizes for Gandhi bot label, least pacifist comments result

Nebc decided to apologize for using the likeness do Gandhi on their cans, seems simple enough right?

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Well holy shit did this one go off the rails quickly, the comments section on Facebook got pounded harder than the barrel of Verdun

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And then I was all like

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And then Ben Kingsley was like

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Things got out of hand real quick and the cultural sensitivity of the average New England consumer did not seem to help matters.

1 like = 1 prayer, dipa if u cry evrytiem

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About to set it off like Jada Pinkett. 2012 4rLESB.

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Damn I hope this is as good as pappy 12 that inimitable, proofed down, not single barrel delight that everyone be chasing after!!!

Four roses makes the barrels for eclipse and Mexican cake deviants so you know it’s good and super rare, I just figured they threw the juice away and gave the barrels to brewers and only recently pappy 10 decided to keep the bourbon. You learn something new every day apparently 4 roses keeps the whiskey too and doesn’t just dump it after 12 years of aging. I am on my way to becoming a Whiskeronee I just need more online credits.

Run the grid: this bourbon is degassed, no floculation, I get Popsicle stick birdhouse, rhone definitely bourbon made in rhone, unrolled Trojans, and a hint of mercury in retrograde.

Flawless review.

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Guise I finally get to try that blabaer everyone traded whales for, authentic Pajotenland bilberries from South Carolina.

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Psyche. Traders on reddit get all tumescent thinking they can trade this for cable car and it’s progeny. At it’s core it’s a fine Berliner, nice acidity, a touch if Riesling presence and no real fruit from the blueberries, more a tannic afterthought and the color alone is demonstrative of same.

But honestly if you are expecting some authentic Blabaer action from an offshelf Berliner, I guess you need to calibrate your hopes and desires. In the end it isn’t a bad beer, but the desire to flesh out a pun has placed in the crosshairs of an inapposite comparison it simply was ill equipped to challenge.

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Teepo loves BAZONGAS, he has a mild affinity for fruited American Berliners.