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Valar Morghulis has arrived. I am jealous.

I can’t tell you how much I want to try Ommegang’s new Valar Morghulis, the latest in the brewery’s Game of Thrones-inspired beers. It’s a Dubbel Ale, which is always a good time in my opinion. While I haven’t managed to snag a bottle of the brew (it supposedly became available today, or last week if you went to the brewery), Jill over at the excellent The Mary Sue blog got a taste. And she loved it.

If you can find Valar Morghulis, let me know in the comments what you think.

 

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A Good Night in Boston: Sweet Cheeks BBQ, Peak Organic and Lagunitas

I’m in Boston for a few days, making the final preparations for my permanent move to Brooklyn. Of course that means I’m going to see some friends, eat some delicious meals and drink some beers.

I spent all last weekend in Brooklyn stuffing PBR down my gullet which was… no fun at all. Alright, actually, it was a ton of fun except that while I will drink PBR I mostly just don’t like it. My friends thankfully acquiesced to my request for some not-PBR at one point, and I got a few cans of Magic Hat #9 in there. Continue reading A Good Night in Boston: Sweet Cheeks BBQ, Peak Organic and Lagunitas

Pabst Red Ribbon? PBR sold to Russia’s largest independent brewer

Okay, that’s… admittedly a pretty bad joke.  But that’s just how literally every news story about the sale of Pabst to a Russian brewing company is going to go.

I don’t care much for PBR. It’s… not good. But it is hugely popular. And cheap. It therefore has its place. Its place is usually after I’ve had several of something better. Or if I’m in Brooklyn.

Because Brooklyn.
Because Brooklyn.

The statement by the new owner, chairman of Oasis Beverages, is kind of hilarious in its own way, too: “Pabst Blue Ribbon is the quintessential American brand — it represents individualism, egalitarianism and freedom of expression — all the things that make this country great.”

We sold a quintessentially American brand that represents individualism and freedom of expression… to the Russians.

So, will this change your opinion of PBR? Will national pride keep you from purchasing a 30-rack of it for your next hipster cookout? Or will you cross borders with beer in the name of peace? Let me know in the comments.

 

Down the Gullet: Sept. 1-7

Another week, another sampling of beers here in Boston. Next weekend I’ll be in Brooklyn, NY, and hopefully I’ll get to try something new. Until then, here’s a rundown of what I had last week. The highlight was another trip to Hopsters to bottle our Gerry’s Par 5 Stout.

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A great French Farmhouse ale from Hopsters in Newton.

Yeah, I had the pomegranate saison again at Hopsters. It was that good.

Lagunitas makes a fantastic IPA, but you should know that by now.

Another solid offering from Sam Adams. Not my favorite, though if you’re into hoppy things, this one ain’t bad. Great name, though.

I guess that’s it for this week. And mostly it comes down to me pimping Hopsters again. Which, y’know, I’m fine with because it was awesome.

Noooooooooooooo! Or, Breweries: Please Stop Doing This

Self explanatory.
Self explanatory.

I saw something completely unacceptable at the store today:

A pumpkin wheat beer... at the beginning of August. #Crime
A pumpkin wheat beer… at the beginning of August. #Crime

Totally, one hundred percent Godwin’s Law wrong. It’s August. August. I refuse to eat or drink anything with Pumpkin in it before October. Maybe late September. Yes, that includes coffee. And especially beer. Especially.

Don’t get me wrong; I like me a good pumpkin beer, even though I’m kinda picky about them. But I should be drinking summer brews through late September, and then finishing off my fall seasonals in November. At this rate, we’ll probably start seeing winter beers on September 1. (Pleasepleasethat’sonlyajokedon’tmakethatathing)

Breweries, I beg of you… Please… wait three more weeks for this stuff. Seriously. I’ll respect you so much more for it.

Just Duck-y: North Carolina beers

I just took a week-long trip to Duck, North Carolina. The Outer Banks. The South. The Cape Cod of North Carolina. Whatever you want to call it, call it.

While I was there, I made the attempt to drink a few North Carolina beers because… Because beers.

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