Hall of Beers

Gather round children, for I come bearing words of encouragement, rather than disgrace (reference my Apocalypse post of two months ago). As we speak (or rather, as you read the words I previously typed… previous, that is, to right now! Right… NOW!), my freshly-brewed Dunkelweizen is busily bubbling away in the coat closet. I wanted […]

From Dictionary.com:
brou·ha·ha   / [broo-hah-hah, broo-hah-hah, broo-hah-hah] –noun
1. excited public interest, discussion, or the like, as the clamor attending some sensational event; hullabaloo: The brouhaha followed disclosures of graft at City Hall. 
2. an episode involving excitement, confusion, turmoil, etc., esp. a broil over a minor or ridiculous cause: A brouhaha by the baseball […]

To begin this post, I would like to quote a stanza from the Byrds’ 1965 song Turn Turn Turn:

To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn turn turn
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die;
A time to clean up exploded beers, a time to finally find […]

I can’t believe it. I can’t f%&#ing believe it. I can’t F%&#ING BELIEVE IT!!! They all blew. THEY ALL BLEW! THE WHOLE G%#DAMN CABINET!!!
It is quite possible that I have discovered a source of energy that is renewable, organic, has the potential to free us from the grip of foreign oil, and will get you drunk. […]

I am actually posting again. Yes, the prodigal son returns. You know, whenever I hear of the “prodigal” son I always think of the word “prodigy,” which is totally not what that parable is all about. Because if your son was a prodigy and came home, you’d be all like “Sweet! OK then, Mr. Smartypants, […]

You never think it will happen to you. Sure, there’s the occasional boilover, the incidental spillage during bottling, the random skunky beer. All risks that are inherent to the homebrewing trade. But until last night, I’d never experienced the worst of them all… the catastrophic beerplosion.
Now, I’ll admit I was asking for this one. […]

The Kolonel has been AWOL from posting for the past couple weeks, but now it’s time to offer up another fine selection from the magical monasteries of Belgium. The Abbey of Grimbergen is not one of the certified Trappist monasteries, but these monks nevertheless know how to craft a solid brew. As their label states, […]

Yes, ladies and germs, the Kolonel is back for a real post–enough of those trifling comments. Time for some substance. Or… perhaps… glubstance?
This Friday afternoon, or early evening, whatever it’s not important… we’ll call it late afternoon, I am reviewing an offering from one of the seven no-kidding monasteries that have been approved to label their concoction an […]

Yes, fellow patriarchs and honored guests of the Hall, today is Captain Beer’s beerthday. Let us all raise a glass and toast his surviving another year. Recommend blowing the candle out prior to consuming, particularly if you live in Southern California and want to preclude adding to the current apocalyptic conflagration, or at least avoid […]

Well fellow beerophiles, the Kolonel had a little minor oral surgery Friday, so he spent the weekend living on Vicodin and beer. What a combo! They should have a warning  about that… (read the first two paragraphs under “Important Information”). As I emerge from the haze, I feel compelled to shower compliments upon a New World spin […]