A hazy IPA from Victoria that I ate with a burger, which was a nice combo.
This “pastry stout” was a Christmas gift and it is a pint of alcoholic sweet thickness. One is plenty and best had in lieu of dessert. Brave use of a Comic Sans-like font there on the label.
All the way from California, apparently https://www.thebruery.com/pages/about-us
It’s back! The weekly blog post in which I drink some beer and don’t have a lot to say about it because I really don’t know how to review beer. On this exciting journey, I’ll mainly be focused on weird labels and alcohol.
Speaking of alcohol, today’s beer is taking an almost homoeopathic approach to booze. It’s a non-alcoholic (<0.5% ABV) XPA-style beer. I don’t normally drink non-alcoholic beers but I enjoy some low strength beers. However, typically low or no alcohol beers are lager-style beers, so an XPA made me curious.
It tastes fine. I don’t think I’d be fooled into thinking it was a regular strength beer but it’s got a good hoppy taste. I drank two cans of it, the second was a lot colder and that was a better experience and more typical of how Australians expect their beer.
Galaxy being a type of hop you see. The beer itself was fine but didn’t live up to the name. It wasn’t unpleasantly like being drunk.
I drank this on Friday but it felt like Sunday.
So here is an oddly tall can with a confusing description. Is it black forest stout or espresso scotch ale?
Maybe I should look on the back. Can A? Can B? Hmm “PULL TAB”…
I guess I should pull the tab then…
It’s two cans!
What to drink as you sit in your favourite reading spot with a good book is a vexing question of no import whatsoever. Wine has its advocates but I think drinking beer or slowly sipping spirits is a better a match for novels.
But what to match with this year’s Hugo Finalists for Best Novel? I have put some thought into this difficult question at 1 am this morning when I was woken by the cat howling at an empty space in the garden (why was it being so defiantly empty, he asked me as I sent him back to bed).
A Memory Called Empire, by Arkady Martine: I want a beer that suits a traveller to an ancient empire. Given some of the Aztec trappings of Teixcalaanli, a Mexican beer might suit but unfortunately I’m really not familiar with Mexican beers although I have enjoyed Negra Modelo (https://www.beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/75/667/ ) While it’s not the right empire, I also did enjoy the ubiquitous Cusqueña beers in Peru. Brewed in Cuzco, I particulalry enjoyed the Cusqueña Negra (https://www.beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/1425/13635/).
Middlegame, by Seanan McGuire. I need a pair of near-identical twins who run the risk of controlling the universe. I won’t pick a specific beer but rather two styles: New England IPA and Pacific/West Coast IPA. American but also a bit Anglophile and too smart for their own good. A half-pint glass of each. (https://www.beercartel.com.au/blog/what-are-new-england-ipas-neipas/)
However, while browsing through my many beer photos I did find an IPA with a label perfectly suited for Dodger (if I remember correctly the character herself doesn’t drink) Golden Spiral Fibonacci Hopped IPA (https://camestrosfelapton.wordpress.com/2019/02/17/sunday-beer-golden-spiral-fibonacci-hopped-ale/ ) The copy on the label could have been written by Roger…
The Ten Thousand Doors of January, by Alix E. Harrow. This is a tricky one. Is there a distinctively turn-of-the-century American beer? Or should I be thinking of a beer from a parallel universe? The dark corridors of Locke House makes me think of maybe a barley wine. Alternatively, a saison bottled with a cork and a little wire cage (https://www.ratebeer.com/beer/napoleone-saison-duval/301883/ ) has the air of something that has travelled a long way under mysterious circumstances.
The City in the Middle of the Night, by Charlie Jane Anders. Yes, I will confess that I have not yet completed my Hugo novel reading. However the blurb alone points to an obvious answer: a planet “divided between a permanently frozen darkness on one side, and blazing endless sunshine on the other”. That clearly calls for a nitrogen fuelled can of draught Guinness. Midnight black and a creamy white with a narrative of paradoxical bubbles swirling between.
Gideon the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir. Tricky, tricky. I need a beer that is a bit morbid, wild, cheeky and doesn’t give a shit. I can’t imagine Gideon would be picky about what she drinks and a cheap, strong mass-produced lager would probably fit the character. However, I’m trying to match the book and not just a character in it. This beer from New Zealand is more demonic than necromantic but I think it works https://camestrosfelapton.wordpress.com/2019/01/27/sunday-beer-hellbender/
The Light Brigade, by Kameron Hurley. Do we need a high-strength beer here to match the mind-twisting plot or something with more flavour and less alcohol so we can concentrate and try to work out what is going on? I’ve drunk Chocolate Fish Milk Stout before which is a suitably disorientating car-crash of nouns but I don’t think that is the right tone for this novel. I want something that is sharp but very much not what it seems to be — a drink that makes you want to know what is going on and why? Perhaps something with a hint of a terrible experiment gone wrong… Aha! https://camestrosfelapton.wordpress.com/2017/03/30/its-not-sunday-this-isnt-beer/ The title of that post alone matches the novel. For this one I’ll go for a shot of Jameson Irish Whisky that has been aged in stout beer barrels.
Lastly, we won’t know who the runners up are until August but they deserve a quick drink as well and something to toast the valiant volunteers making the Hugo Awards happen. Here’s a favourite from 2017 https://camestrosfelapton.wordpress.com/2017/06/20/tuesday-beer-galactopus-littlebangbrew/
Be responsible and don’t try all of these in one go! Also, don’t try all these drinks in one go!
Behemoth Brewery in New Zealand have made some nice beers and they also have some neat labels.
This is actually their second anti-Trump themed beer. They previously had an Im-peach-ment Sour Ale which I haven’t tried (and it doesn’t sound like my cup of tea).
The copy on the back of the can suggests this beer is a complex interplay of subtle flavours. In fact it was a big brick of alcohol hitting you in the back of the head. An expensive brick as well.
This Norwegian beer was quite pleasant despite the disgusting premise of the title. It was more of a fruity aftertaste to a more standard IPA than a pina colada milkshake.
I carefully peeled off the label from the can so that I could take a picture of the artwork but I forgot to take a picture of the beer in a glass.