Read LessĢ022 GABF Winner Bronze Medal for Hazy Strong Pale Ale: At some point early last decade, the hops from the southern hemisphere and New Zealand in particular… Read MoreĢ022 GABF Winner Bronze Medal for Hazy Strong Pale Ale: At some point early last decade, the hops from the southern hemisphere and New Zealand in particular started creeping into craft beers and homebrew supply shops across America, and a quiet, green revolution (not the kind we need, but definitely one that we wanted nonetheless!) was underway. The explanation might border on the byzantine, but the beer is straightforward and solid gold. This is a refreshing and drinkable take on a big, bold style. A rich, resinous band of pinesap runs through the back end of this beer in a nod to danker iterations of the style. El Dorado, named after the mythical city of gold that eluded Spanish and English imperialists and plunderers for centuries, compliments the tropical notes in Mosaic and adds watermelon, unripe stone fruit, and citrus zest. Mosaic brings a bright medley of berries to the nose, along with tropical fruit notes such as mango and pineapple. We use equally massive amounts of Mosaic and El Dorado hops in the whirlpool and dry hop additions. We use an English heritage malt called Golden Promise, which provides a malty sweetness that finishes clean and uplights the hops that make this beer shine. ![]() The beer by the same name is likewise evocative of the rich, luminous effect of gold on glass. Often backed with gold leaf and other metal foils, tesserae are the cube-shaped pieces of glass used in mosaics in late antiquity. ![]() The temptation to brown bag a crowler of a hazy IPA that’s chock full of El Dorado, Rakau and Wakatu in the parking lot is strong, but try to wait until you get home. On those nights, spend your taco money after close at Flor de Jalisco, and maybe treat yourself again the next morning at La Raza. On busy nights you’ll make taco money hand-over-fist but you won’t have time to spend it until after the rush has subsided and sometimes that’s not until after the truck has left. Slow nights can take longer, and even longer still if your fellow bartender is also eyeing their portion of the tip jar for taco money. On Taco Tuesdays the tip jar reaches the taco money threshold fast because four tacos only sets you back eight bucks. On Taco Tuesdays the tip jar reaches the taco money threshold fast… Read MoreĮxcerpt from our Employee Handbook: The first two hours you’re working for taco money. Read LessĮxcerpt from our Employee Handbook: The first two hours you’re working for taco money. The makers are the end user here and if out-of-towners don't like it, then there’s more for us. We brewed this pilsner with no one in mind but ourselves and the hard working people of Rich City. This German-style pilsner is richly malty thanks in part to a very vigorous boil in which we get significant kettle caramelization that makes this beer taste almost as if it has been decocted. We want a working beer to end our working day – something that slakes the thirst more than it pummels the taste buds. Because when we clock out, we trade novelty for drinkability, which typically requires a full pint, if not a liter. It's usually something bright, clear, and dry, with a firm bitterness, and clocks in at less than 5%. What are the brewers drinking? It's not hazy. ![]() It's usually something bright, clear, and dry,… Read More It should have been so, but it was all just a big blur. Instead here we are, raving about the last taboo in the worst company when we ought to be waxing hysterical about Simcoe ho[s with all the damp resin of coastal conifers – about the zesty nose of Citra – about a city of gold in the center of a hop cone called El Dorado – about the rocky head that piles on top like thunderheads on the horizon – about the oaten turbidity churning like a tide. ![]() We came to calcify into the luminous cliffs with the silt-packed generations before us – to stay ourselves against the maddening erosion – to mumble with the muttered argot of waves – only to find the solitude howling. We came to dry out, to shake from our wrists the blue horrors, the pink spiders, the green fairies and whatever rabid devil would march out of that particolored menagerie of monsters on Noah’s leaking and electrified ark. We came to dry out, to shake from our wrists the blue horrors, the pink spiders, the green fairies and whatever… Read More IPA - Imperial / Double New England / Hazy
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