Bob drank a cask-conditioned porter tonight. I told him I wouldn't tell anyone, but maybe I was just talking in jest. No last names have been given, after all.
Our country has a "black" president-elect. Bob drank a "black" beer. And while Bob reacted favorably to the flavor of the beer, and the quality of the brew, and the gentleness of the carbonation, hopefully (before my analogy breaks down) I would wish that the disdain or prejudice against the unknown, against a color, might have been eroded just a wee bit. Maybe, just maybe, we have a little flavor going on here.
6 comments:
Oh well said!
Well said indeed! Harumph! Harumph!
I am honored to know that I have anonymous readership, and that I have received the highly cherished Double Harumph.
I am a homebrewer in Eugene though I used to live in Oakridge. I am so excited to try out your beer and was pleasantly suprised to see a brewery of "real" beer in the back woods of the small Oakridge town. I will be seeing you soon!
The phrase "back woods" is an overloaded expression, best discussed over a nice session ale (e.g. North Fork, ABV 3.5%) and some of Nick's cilantro mango pork goodness.
I presently have around 40 firkins of ale to dispense with at the moment, languishing in the walking-in on its voyage to proper stillage. Cask beer has a short shelf life, so I welcome suggestions as to what to do with it all.
Don't by shy.
And by "walking-in" I mean "walk-in".
Always prefforead hyour comnetns.
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