Beers I Have Known: Toppling Goliath King Sue

This series of posts is dedicated to the many, many six packs, pony kegs and pints that have sauntered into my life at one point or another.

king sue

I try not to get too caught up in the chase for beers that are deliberately hard to come but, but there are exceptions. Since returning to the Upper Midwest, my household has gone all in on Toppling Goliath, the Iowa-based craft brewer routinely included on lists that try to wrangle the sprawling beer community into some summation of “the best.”

Previously, I wrote about the good fortune that led to our introduction to the brewery via the then-vexingly-elusive pseudoSue. Today, that beer’s complicated cousin — the double IPA called King Sue — landed in stores in the college town I call home. There’s a rule in this house about King Sue: When it it near, we seek it out. After extra miles on the afternoon commute — and more stops than I care to admit — we have a few tantalizing bottles chilling in the beer fridge.

I still feel a little silly for bounding around so fervently when there are plenty of other fine, fine beverages on premises. That sense of sheepishness will fade, though, as soon as I get to pop off the first bottle cap.

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Beers I Have Known: Asheville Brewing Company Perfect Day IPA

This series of posts is dedicated to the many, many six packs, pony kegs and pints that have sauntered into my life at one point or another.

perfect day

I probably haven’t given quite enough credit to Asheville for giving me back the pleasure of beer. Over fifteen years ago, I moved from Wisconsin — where beer is practically dropped into the bassinets of hospital maternity wards — to Florida. The Sunshine State had many welcome compensations, led by an escape from abusive blizzards. Good beer — merely palatable beer, even — was dreadfully difficult to come by, though.

I had all but given up on having a well-stocked fridge when I moved to the lovely mountain town on the western side of North Carolina. But when I asked my new fellow citizens about the must-visit places as I became acquainted with Asheville, the upstart craft breweries were mentioned over and over again. Having been to a brew pub or two, I thought I knew what I was getting myself into. I did not.

I had occasional to walk those highly sloped streets again in recent days, and the beer scene has only grown, itself a remarkable occurrence since it already seemed to have been closing in on the saturation point when I moved away just two not-so-short years ago. I wish I could have explored more, and a woozy tourist tour is undoubtedly in my future. Instead, I mostly stuck with mainstays, those beers I knew would make me happy, even as the took a meat tenderizer to my strained liver.

That glass of Perfect Day IPA, one of the gems of Asheville Brewing Company, was just as good as I expected it to be. Thanks again to my favorite cesspool of sin.

Beers I Have Known: Heater Allen Pils

This series of posts is dedicated to the many, many six packs, pony kegs and pints that have sauntered into my life at one point or another.

helles

Dear Portland,

Back in the earliest years of the Beer City USA online voting competition, I saw you as a disliked rival to my modest little mountain town. I was living in Asheville, North Carolina, which regularly took the top spot in the competition, much to, as we were made to understand, the chagrin of residents of Oregon’s most populous city.  At the time, I took some puffed up local pride in our small-ish city dominance of the major metropolis a couple thousand miles to the northwest, no matter how resolutely funky that metropolis was.

Now that I’ve spent a few days in your happy burg, with not only fine establishments within the city limits but a bevy of craft brewers whose wares rumble into local purveyors of adult beverages, I fully understand your agitation.

I’m still proud of Asheville and long for the beers made there, but I sincerely apologize for my prideful brattiness. Your beers are fantastic, from the first I drank — the Heater Allen Pils pictured above — to the cool, refreshing beverage that sits before me as I type my way through my airport wait.

Sincerely,

A Fan

 

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Beers I Have Known: Founders Brewing Co. All Day IPA

This series of posts is dedicated to the many, many six packs, pony kegs and pints that have sauntered into my life at one point or another.

all day

There’s no denying it. We’ve reached the point in the year when considerations around which beer to reach for are dictated by the weather as much as anything else. Sure, there are also certain embedded urges to indulge in different styles in accordance with other meteorological adjustments conveniently aligned with the calendar, but there’s nothing quite as compelling as the summer sun to tip the taste buds in a particular direction.

The other day, one of my favorite businesses in town afforded some counter space to a representative of Founders Brewing Co., pouring free samples from the Michigan brewery’s line. All were excellent, of course, but when it came time to make a purchase I reached for a mainstay, in no small part because I could readily imagine how perfect it would taste after I toiled in the yard later that afternoon. And the couple more I might indulge in after that reward beer. There’s a reason why they call it All Day IPA.

 

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Laughing Matters: Covfefe the Strong

Sometimes comedy illuminates hard truths with a pointed urgency that other means can’t quite achieve. Sometimes comedy is just funny. This series of posts is mostly about the former instances, but the latter is valuable, too..

While I’m inclined to agree with the junior Senator from the great state of Minnesota in finding the sloppy midnight communication of a nonsense word on a free and open social media platform to be “the least disturbing thing in the history of the Trump administration,” I have great appreciation for the onrush of comedy it produced. In this time of national darkness, it is a gift to be able to laugh at one of the more harmless actions of a man evidently committed to causing great harm at every opportunity.

Others have exhaustively cataloged the responses to the garbled “covfefe.” I will merely present my favorite, gently marveling at the endless possibilities of a digital landscape where such splendid comic invention can arise and be shared with such rapidity.

covfefe the strong

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