Beers I Have Known — Alarmist Brewing Le Jus

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.

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With the rapid expansion of dots on the craft brewery map, trying to determine the best place to stop when visiting a different city can be exceedingly difficult. For this reason, I’m especially grateful when I have a guide. And thus a recent trip to Chicago found me and a fabulous group of friends sitting around the bar at Alarmist Brewing, sampling freely from their wares, including the delectable New England-style IPA dubbed Le Jus.

It was, to put in plainly, a very good day.

 

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Beers I Have Known — Hopkins Brewing Company Hipster AF

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.

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I’ve become a little complacent about the ease in which the supercomputer I carry around in my pocket can lead me to unknown attractions. Recently, I was reminded of the pleasure that comes from taking a little different approach when traveling than the pinpoint research of online hunting. So I grabbed a couple of local newspapers when I settled in for breakfast during a trip to Salt Lake City. As I flipped through the pages, I discovered all sorts of possibilities, including a recommendation for a local craft brewery, the sort of place I didn’t necessarily expect to find in the metropolis that sits under the banner of heaven.

A thick, cloudy dry hopped concoction that borders on the dangerous, the Hopkins Brewing Company Hipster AF rewarded my extra research effort. Thanks for the assist, local media in Salt Lake City. I’m grateful for your continued work.

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Beers I Have Known — Foothills Brewing Hoppyum 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.

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This has been a long, rough day of travel. But at least my unwanted diversion put me in the range of one of my favorite breweries, which now typically resides well outside my geographic reach. This drink may be a consolation prize, but it’s still a prize.

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Beers I Have Known — Odell Brewing Company 90 Shilling Ale

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.

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If I was going to be many miles away from America’s Dairyland when I endured the heartbreak of watching the Milwaukee Brewers lose a postseason Game Seven, at least I had the kindness of a fine beer.

Thank, Colorado, I had a swell time amidst your mountains.

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Beers I Have Known — Zero Gravity Craft Brewery Keller Dry-Hopped Lager

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.

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If only I had that many! (Source)

I am a mediocre beer hunter. Much as I value expertly brewed concoctions, I am highly limited in my ability to keep all the revered and coveted craft beer offerings in my head so I can make expert selections at remote liquor stores. Confronted by walls of strangers, I grab with almost random recklessness, stocking up with no assurance that I’m doing so wisely. At any given point, I’m likely to pass up a true wonder while acquiring stock for the garage fridge that will be enjoyed but forgotten. But sometimes I get lucky.

I secured a few cans of Zero Gravity Craft Brewery’s Keller Dry-Hopped Lager on a road trip to New York earlier this year. I like dry-hopped beers, I like lagers, and a member of my household has caused me to be quite fond of the name Keller. And I was further enticed by the relatively frill-free packaging. While the theory doesn’t always hold, I’ve often found that the breweries that aren’t preoccupied with busy labels or given to elaborate, pun-peppered names are instead focused on making fine beer. In this instance, the guideline worked marvelous.

Tonight, I drank my last can, imbibing over the grill in what could very well be the last throes of warmer weather. It was like a summer romance coming to an end, inspiring instant nostalgia. My, it was nice.