Hall of Beers

It’s that time again, friends. March. Moustache March. Soon, buddy, soon. Tomorrow actually. Or Sunday. I shall sport my mighty stache as I brew TWO batches of brau with Sgt. Stout. I’ve grown a yar young beard (or moustache farm, as we call it ’round these parts) and dammit, for too long has my lip […]

Those there are but three of the many refrigerators devoted to fine beer at the superlative Red Carpet Liquors. I can often be found pacing back and forth before the hundreds of bottles, muttering and plotting. Yesterday, myself and Mrs. Beer went to a stout tasting event at Red Carpet, and it was the cat’s […]

Friends, recently the Captain has been doing a lot of research of the IntraNette, and I’ve found a lot of new recipes I need to try out. So, I guess I’ll have to do a lot of brewing. Oh, woe is me. Check this one out… maple porter… sounds awesome.

Friends, you see those ‘lil bubbles in that thar airlock? That’s this Captain’s second batch of Belgian Wit brewing. Our first go round, complete with peels of orange, spice of cloves and cinnamon and uh… spice, and some secret hobo ingredients was, in a word, shweet. We’re almost out of our 2 case batch of […]

Friends, I just learned something I found most interesting! (not… not related to this image… that’s just a cheap eye-catcher…)

Anyway, here’s a bit of trivia for ya! Keeeeeep reading!

The Sergeant’s recent joy at the first sip of his homebrew IPA has me geared up for my stout, folks (our stout, Mrs. Beer). But… two more weeks. Two. More. Weeks. Damn. What a life to lead. Tomorrow we bottle, in 2 weeks we drink, in about a month… it should be a m a […]

…or rather a few words, but basically I point out that over the weekend many members of the Fleet rocked out with a bunch of strangers to Pearl Jam’s “Jeremy,” up to and including loud “Hoo! Hoo! Hoos!” and even the lauded “Aye aye yai yaie aye yaie… uh ughn uhuh… uh ughn uHUHuh…” and […]

So… I’m going to add nuts and coffee to my stout’s secondary fermenter. What do you think? You think I’m nuts (ha)? Well… if and when this brau rocks, you can eat those words, Mr./Mrs. You can eat them with a fork! And use your napkin. You have a little—yeah. I think it’s… pasta sauce? […]

My stout is alive and kicking, y’all! OK… our stout, Mrs. Beer. But being as it was likely me who caused the initial yeast-shock-murder, I was ready to take the blame. Anyway, after my fortunate encounter with Sgt. Stout and all of your concern rays beaming into my primary fermenter… along with a carefully suspended […]

Friends… tonight I learn if my batch of stout is headed for glory, or yeast-shock death… send flowers (hop flowers) and beer if the latter, and send beer if the former. Either way, we shall raise beers in celebration or sorrow tomorrow. Or both, just as an excuse to raise more beers. Have a good […]