Surly Bandwagon at Target Field

A trip to Target Field in Minneapolis for a Twins game can resemble the State Fair as much as a baseball game.  Instead of just the usual boiled hot dogs and fake cheese nachos, Target Field also serves local options and Minnesota mainstays.  Offerings like Juicy Lucys, Pierson’s Salted Nut Rolls, and selections from El Burrito Mercado show the team’s Minnesota pride.  In April, the Twins announced they would also begin selling local beers alongside their usual Anheuser-Busch sponsor.  You can now choose to swig a Fulton, Lift Bridge or a Summit while sitting in the stands.  But, when my friends The German and The German’s Wife recently went to a Sunday afternoon game, the first thing they did was hit the Minnesota beer stand for a Surly Bandwagon IPA.

Surly Brewing Co. (out of Brooklyn Center, MN) has deservedly enjoyed notoriety for their exuberant craft beers in a can.  They’re a great brewery whose limited edition brews draw lines outside the brewery for blocks.  (I know.  I live close by.)   Surly Bandwagon IPA is offered only at Target Field.  You have to have a ticket to the game to get one.  The German’s Wife* is a ready advocate of local beers and was very excited to try it.  I interviewed her last night.

Why were you so excited to try Surly Bandwagon IPA?

It was unique to the stadium and Surly beers are always complex and interesting.

It seems like you approached it with some high expectations.

I did.  I expected the first sip to make me feel like running through a field with puppies and butterflies on a summer evening during an eclipse with chocolate cake.  Instead it was more disappointing than my first time.

Really?  Why?

It’s BITTER!

Wow.  How bitter?

More bitter than a single, 30 something, former playgirl on Valentine’s Day.

More bitter than being passed over for a promotion by the douche at the office that flips up the collar on his polo and drives a hummer.

More bitter than Miss Havisham on her wedding night.

More bitter than the Tea Party will be when they realize they are obsolete.

So, you wouldn’t order it again?

No, I’d stick to Surly Furious.  Bandwagon did have a nice nutty flavor at first, but the more it warmed up, the more bitter it got.  The German called it, ‘Slap you in the face bitter.’  That being said, I absolutely stand by Target Field’s decision to include local foods and beers in their concessions.  Minnesota is a great state and a Twins game is a great opportunity to show it off.

*The German’s Wife has an MBA and works in marketing.  Her favorite beers include Domain DuPage French Country Ale by Two Brothers Brewing Company, Bell’s Two Hearted Ale, and Fulton’s Lonely Blond.

 

 

 

Beer & Friends. A combination for the ages.

INDEED

 

It’s short but sweet this week for me, but the thought of writing got me thinking…besides for drinking, tasting, enjoying, imbibing…what else has being a part of the craft beer scene done for me?

As corny as it seems, the craft beer world has a camaraderie that is amazing. Not only have we Chicks connected with everyone that follows us on this blog as well as Facebook and Twitter, we have all connected with so many more people through “investigating” content for the love of beer. The great thing about the exploding craft beer scene is that when your are IN it, you love it and want to discuss and share ideas with all that are IN it.

I have made friends at breweries, festivals, and pubs because I love to talk about beer. I mean, I love to talk period, but when you get me talking about beer-watch out.

The thing is, craft beer is great, but without friends to share it with-here’s the age-old question-are you even drinking it at all?? ;)

So, on this Mother’s Day (a day that makes you realize that without Mothers’, there WOULD BE NO CRAFT BEER) what BEER do you plan on enjoying? And what friends will you be enjoying it with?

 

Packing the Birthing Center Bag: What Beer Should I Bring?

My friend’s sister was due around the same time as Meatbelle is. She just had her baby yesterday. That sure made things more real around here!

Our birthing center bag isn’t anywhere near packed yet but I have a running list. Clearly there are some important things I need to think about, but what I’m struggling with most is what kind of beer to bring with me. While some people bring a bottle of bubbly along, I want to pack a special beer in case I’m up for imbibing something celebratory before heading home with our little girl.

A friend gave me a 4-pack of Heady Topper from The Alchemist, which has achieved cult status in my neck of the woods. But my husband isn’t a huge fan of hoptastic beers (and, yes, he did try Heady Topper after a recent mountain bike ride in Vermont, so he knows he doesn’t like this one).

So my question is: what beer should we bring along for a toast post-birth?

Selling Cellared Beer

I love going to Stanley’s North East Bar Room on University Ave in NE Minneapolis.  Formerly Stasius, Stanley’s has taken the blue collar charm and tradition of Northeast river bars and taken it to another level.  They smoke their own meats, offer 32 beers on tap and are starting a food truck. Yet they still cater to the locals (pull tabs after 3pm and meat raffles on Fridays).  They also sell T-shirts with pictures of their beautiful urinals on them.  They really are beautiful.  I have seen them. The food is great, happy hour is decent, and beer selection is plentiful.  So when I heard they would begin carrying cellared beers, I was excited.

For those of you who don’t know, the right beer cellars as well as wine.  I know some light beers come with an expiration date.  But, insipid beers that are hawked at the state fair aren’t the ones I’m talking about.  I’m talking about high alcohol dark or sweet ales, like barleywines, lambics, or triple bocks.   Any beer that has a great flavor, but is a little cloyingly sweet might be a good candidate.  We’ve all tasted a beer and said, that’s a great beer, but I could only have one.  Try it after cellaring it for a year.  The flavor mellows and it becomes a little more complex.  At least that’s what they say.  I’ve never been patient enough to let a good beer sit around that long.

Looking forward to an opportunity to try one of these elusive (and expensive) elixirs, I dragged my husband, the German, and the German’s wife to Stanley’s for lunch.  I asked for the cellared beer list.  The look of slight panic in my server’s face was a bit concerning.  When he came back with the list, I asked if he could tell me a little about some of the offerings.  The list is about a dozen or so bottles long and prices range from $13-$24 a bottle, so I wanted to make sure we sampled the right one.  He told me he sadly didn’t know anything about the cellared beers.  We asked if anyone around did know anything.  He said the bar tender MIGHT know.  We just picked some bottles randomly.

After waiting while the bartender searched for the key to the case, our server came over with two beautiful bottles from Goose Island Brewery in Chicago and matching pretty glasses.  We tried Sofie, a Belgian style farmhouse ale, and Matilda, a Belgian Pale Ale.  Sofie was pale in color, yeasty and had an apple finish.  It had a nice full body for a pale beer.  Matilda had an odd flavor at first, but the goodness built as I drank it.  It had an amber color and a dried apricot finish.  Both where full flavored but not as filling as they might have been when they were young.  Still, for the price, I was a little underwhelmed.  We wondered if maybe their distributor was trying to push cellared beers this month and they were as enchanted with the idea as we were. I have to admit, I might have been entertaining some urban elite style notion of being the first to discover a new style of beer.  Like, somehow, just drinking a cellared beer made me a pioneer in the beer world. Affirming my visionary lifestyle and purchase of a Nissan Cube.  If I win big at pull tabs, I’ll try another bottle.  But for now, I’ll stick to my local mainstays.

I still like the idea of cellared beer, but on closer examination, I don’t know how necessary it is.  Beer unites people.  It’s approachable and affordable.  Anyone in any class can enjoy it.  Do we really need to muddy the waters with a complicated my-beer-has-better-pedigree-than-your-beer option?

Next time you’re at Stanley’s, order a Fulton and some brisket nachos and gaze at the revolving case of cellared beer.  Smile quietly and say to yourself, stupid marketing.

I liked a Cider!! Beer Review.

I have never liked Cider beer. It’s as plain and simple as that. I had friends and family for years that drank Woodchuck, and as far as that goes I would more likely CHUCK it in the woods rather than drink it. I will now admit that I probably didn’t try enough, but Woodchuck was everywhere, and I just assumed that all cider was the same. It was like the “wine coolers of beer”, in my most humble opinion.

Boy was I wrong. (I can admit it, usually!) On a recent business trip to Minneapolis, Minnesota a good friend and fellow beer chick convinced me to try a Crispin. Well, truthfully I couldn’t be easily convinced but I did try her beer (I had ordered a Stout) and was amazed. It was served in a Stange (the tall, slender, cylinder glass) and had ICE in it. A beer with ice? Well, it worked. It was light, crisp, and sweet in the best way possible. I could imagine drinking such a beer in the hot hot summer. Or by a pool. Or on a beach. You get it.

I ditched the Stout (that never happens) and ordered my own. It was too good to share.

Wrong glass but RIGHT taste.

My excitement over this new beer that I never expected to like was pretty geeky! So, the very next night at the hotel bar I was very excited to see that they had it! My first taste had been the Crispin Original, at 5%ABV and 150 Calories. The hotel bar carried Crispin Artisanal Reserve Honey Crisp, at 6.5% ABV and 195 Calories. I thought it couldn’t get better than the original! WRONG AGAIN. It had everything I liked in the original, but it was a little more full-bodied, cloudier, and well, more crisp. They didn’t serve it in the right glassware but I could have cared less. This is a must try, even if you don’t like cider. Cause I swear, you will.

Moral of the story: Watch out for the Beer Snob inside of you, because it could stop you from trying something great! That beer snob can be pretty snarky from time to time. :) Now, I just need to find some Crispin in Michigan!

 

What are your thoughts on CIDER?

A Review: Thank You Allan

I heart Maine Beer Company beer. In our Valentine’s Day blog, I wrote an ode to their Mean Old Tom, a stout aged with vanilla beans that I love to pieces. So when I got the email that they had brewed a special beer and would only be selling 250 bottles, I high-tailed it to the brewery to grab a few.

Here’s what MBC has to say about the beer…

This is our farmhouse ale. It was fermented with a blend of ale strains and aged in french oak Syrah barrels with brettanomyces. $10 from your purchase goes straight to the Dian Fossey Gorilla Fund.

 

I finally uncorked a bottle when we went to Vermont last weekend. A fellow beer lover was coming over for dinner so we broke into one after dinner. It pains me to write this, but I wasn’t a huge fan. I’ve had farmhouse ales before, and I typically dig them, but I’ve never tasted a beer like this before. I can’t say I’m excited to drink the other 3 bottles I have…

Look: 5
Beautiful honey pine color.

Smell: 3
Smelled like a sour with a subtle barnyard aroma.

Taste: 2
It was too subtle. I struggled to identify flavors in this beer. Definite notes of lemon peel and a spiciness (black pepper, maybe?) lingered on the palate.  It was very dry.

Overall impression:
We drank this after dinner, so I’m wondering if our palates were a little numb from our meal. Or perhaps this is one of those beers, like some wines, that need to be drank with food to be fully appreciated? That’s my plan for the next bottle…

Did anyone else score a bottle of this special beer? I’d love to hear your thoughts…

I didn’t punch the guy, but…

Spring is upon us! This is the time when my mind starts thinking about summer and camping and where is my tent and oh I hope the cat didn’t pee on it and okay there’s my backpack do my boots still fit and where the heck is my mess kit?

Nowadays, we don’t go out into the wilderness that much. You really can’t ask a 5-year-old kid to strap on a backpack and go trailblazing through the forest for ten miles, you know? So when we do camp, we tend to get a campsite somewhere with a picnic table, park the truck, and hang out for a weekend.

The upside to this car-park camping is that we can bring coolers! And coolers mean BEER! Of course, campgrounds tend to frown upon glass, so that means cans. Canned beer! WOOOOO!

The problem is, most beers that come in cans are TERRIBLE. Fizzy yellow water, most of them. Oh sure, there are breweries doing beer in cans and doing it well (FAT TIRE I LOVE YOU COME TO NJ REAL SOON OKAY XOXOXOXO), but in my ‘regular’ beer store, the pickings, they are slim for a chick that digs beer.

Because the weather has been so tremendous lately, I was in the mood for beer in cans. It just feels more right to be drinking my brew from a can when I’m sitting outside watching the dog chase squirrels and listening to the kid sing at the top of her tone-deaf lungs on the swingset.

So I stopped in to my regular beer store (it’s attached to my grocery store, which is convenient since I basically live there), and meandered through the aisles, talking out loud to myself. I do this a lot, and for whatever reason, it never fails to get an employee to ask me if I need any help. I do need help, actually, but not the sort that your average grocery store employee can provide to me.

Me:  Bleh, nothing good here, what do I want… okay, there’s the Dale’s (Dale’s Pale Ale), but that’s kinda heavy… maybe Yuengling, ooh, Yuengling Light… meh, maybe I’d better just drink water if I go that route… hmmm…

Employee (let’s call him Jim): uhhh, can I help you find something?

[this is the part where I get in trouble. There are times when I cannot help myself from making small talk with someone even though I don't need their help and would rather not have to interact with them. However, once I start talking to myself out loud, all bets are off.]

Me: Well, I’m in the mood for cans but I can’t seem to decide what I want.

Jim: Oh! Well, we are running a special on Miller Lite at the moment.

Me: [derisive snort] No thanks, I’m looking for something a little less awful.

Jim: [clearly schooled in the ways of the advertiser] Miller Lite is a great beer! Not too many calories and it’s triple-hopped!

Me: TRIPLE-HOPPED MY FAT ASS. Maybe the truck that delivered it drove past a place three times where hops were grown!!

Jim: uhhhhhh, it’s really popular, especially with women who don’t want to drink wine.

Me: SO IS MCDONALD’S. And don’t give me that “with women” crap.

Jim: It’s on sale!

Me: I’d pay double for a better beer! Is the Dale’s Pale Ale on sale? (ha, that’s a poem)

Jim: [backing away slowly] uh, I… uh… no. Doesn’t appear to be.

Me: Great! I’ll take a 12.

…now, that poor boy didn’t know what he was dealing with. I could have been nicer, sure, and I would have maaaaybe given him a pass if he hadn’t trotted out the “less calories” line. As if the only reason why I would choose a beer would be based on its calorie count. I mean, seriously. Just because I have a rockin’ pair of boobs and a uterus does not mean my #1 concern in life is calorie counts! I MEAN, OBVIOUSLY.  Have you seen my cute beer belly?  No, of course you haven’t. I don’t like to be photographed.

But this is a problem I bump up against time and time again. 90% of the time, when What’s-His-Name and I belly up to the bar, I will ask what’s on tap or if they have a beer list and they will hand it to him or address him.  Smart he may be, but I am the Beer Chick in our house and it’s perfectly okay to talk to me. I’m only scary on Tuesdays.

It’s frustrating. Because I’m a lady, dudes assume that I either want some kind of bland, non-threatening, boring-ass weak excuse for a beer OR that I am ordering beer but I really want wine or some kind of pink lady cocktail. Those things all have their place, but I want a beer, dammit. And I don’t want to be condescended to or patted on the head “oh, you’re so cute” by some bartender who knows less about beer than I do.

Thankfully, my favorite beer bar is staffed with awesome, and the more I show my face and become better known in and around my town, the less I should encounter this.

Do you have issues with being a Chick and people assuming things about your drink preference?  How do you handle that?

The Aromatic Wonders of Growing Hops

The first time I saw hops in bloom I was enchanted.  Oak leaved vines heavy with chartreuse flowers that looked more like small pine cones than something you’d plant in a boarder.  Hops vines can grow 25 feet tall and tend to grow straight up when given the right support. But, they look great stretching across the top of a fence, giving them a sort of romantic, Victorian, Heathcliff-on-the-Moors feel.  Their beauty is rustic, accented by their purpose: The wonderful art of brewing beer.

Hops have been used to stabilize, bitter and preserve beer since the 11th century.  A perennial vine, the female flower clusters are used for brewing.  The recent hops shortage spurred a hops growing renaissance, and hops rhizomes are available in many brewing supply shops in the spring.   Hops grow best between the 35th and 55th parallel and many varieties grow well in the United States.   They are easy to grow once established, though getting them started in northern climates can be tricky. Here in Minnesota, I find that starting them indoors in pots three weeks before transplanting outside is very helpful, though I have had successes planting them directly in the ground in early May.  A healthy plant can produce around 3lb wet hops by the second year.

Planting: Hops need 120 frost free days and should be planted after the soil can be worked in the spring but no later than mid May.  They prefer a south facing location that gets plenty of sun.  You will need a strong support structure such as a fence or wall and a trellis or rope for them to climb.  They get very heavy and can grow a foot a day, so make sure your trellis is sturdy.  Hops grow best in light soil with good drainage.  Plant them vertically, 1 inch below soil, with buds pointing upward.   Water them well, but don’t keep them soggy.  A good watering every couple of days is best.  When the bines emerge, you will need a piece of twine or coarse rope tied to your trellis to wind them onto.  Pick two or three of the strongest bines and wind them clockwise around the rope.  (That is, clockwise if you live in the Northern Hemisphere.  Same direction your toilet flushes.  They are following the sun.)  Leave any extra bines for now in case something happens to your chosen bines.  You can cut them off when the season progresses to give the stronger bines more energy.

Growing season:  Your hops vine will grow in height very quickly..  Eventually, it will send of little arms.  This is where the cones will grow. Don’t let the arms tangle up too much.  It becomes very hard to harvest. When the cones begin to emerge, spread a little compost at the base of the plant to give it some fertilizer.  Keep the plant well weeded.  Watch for the flowers to emerge.

When to harvest: While the cones develop, they begin to change color form a deeper green to a light green or pale yellow.  Squeeze a cone in your hand.  If it feels damp and squishes, it isn’t ready.  If it feels sticky, cut the cone in half and look for the yellow lupulins.  Lupulins are an aromatic powder on the inside of the cone.  It is almost ready.  When the cones become papery and are aromatic when crushed, you can begin harvesting them.  Lay the vine on the ground and pick just the cones.  Let the vine sit overnight to let the sap move back into the plant.  Cut the vine 3 feet from the crown and let it continue to grow.  You can cut the plant back to the crown after the frost sets in.

Dry your hops on a screen in the sun or in the oven at 140 degrees.  Store in vacuum sealed bags or in freezer bags.  Freeze until you are ready to brew something delicious.

 

Quick Glossary:

Cone: flower of the hops plant

Rhizomes: a stem of a plant that is usually found underground, often sending out roots and shoots.

Crown: base of the plant

Bines: vines that first grow up from the plant

Wet Hops: hops before they are dried

Lupulins: Fragrant yellow powder inside the cone

 

Founders Kentucky Breakfast Stout (the Ryan Gosling of beers)

Usually I am not about things that are “hyped”. (well, besides for Ryan Gosling-but all signs/dreams point to the hype being correct) So, I was wary when it came to the 2012 Founders Brewing Company (Grand Rapids, MI) limited release of KBS (Kentucky Breakfast Stout) last month. Hmm, Limited Release Bourbon Barrel Aged Stout Ale? Ok, I’ll try it. Go ahead, twist my arm.

Look, it even says "HIGHLY ACCLAIMED" on the bottle, so it must be.

I had to call around to get on waiting lists (something I do not do!), drive 30 minutes, and wait in a 20 minute line to buy the only 2 12oz. bottles that were allocated per person for five bucks a piece. With all that lead in, IT HAD BETTER BE GOOD!

I decided to save this beer for a special occasion, and the closest special occasion to the day I picked up these beauties was St. Patrick’s Day. We toasted the beginning of the day with KBS, and it was a fitting start. My friend Jen liked the “Smoky Oakey Barrel Taste” which she never likes in any beer, and it was “way smooth” for the high alcohol content (11.20%) I agreed. It was a really smooth blend of coffee, vanilla, and bourbon and I was utterly delighted by the taste. YES, you read that right. UTTERLY.

So romantic, just like Gosling!

I have always been a fan of Founders Brewery (Canadian Breakfast Stout, one of my absolute favorites, and KBS are both in Beer Advocate’s top ten popular beers) and this just cements my membership in their fan club! They are an award winning brewery, and if you have not checked up their lineup of fantastic brews, you are seriously missing the boat! Next year, who wants to take a road trip to Founders for the opening with me? You can drive ;)

 

 

 

 

A Six-Pack of Questions for… Laura Ulrich, Small Batch Brewer at Stone Brewing Company

This is the first of what us Chicks hope will be many blogs about the women of the beer industry. I was happy to discover that one of my favorite craft breweries—Stone Brewing Company—had a female brewer on staff. Laura Ulrich was quick to respond that she’d love to be our first profile. Ulrich’s been at Stone since 2004—she started off on the bottling line, then moved into the cellar and is now Stone’s small batch brewer.

What made you decide to become a brewer?

I had worked at Odell Brewing Company in Fort Collins, CO, but never thought about brewing there—that’s probably because their brewers never leave so I never saw an opening. When I moved to San Diego in 2004 to work for Stone Brewing Co., I started on the bottling line, and after about a month I knew I wanted to be off the line and learning something new. I was asked if I wanted to brew, but wanted to learn the cellar first to ensure I was a well-rounded brewer. The next time I was asked to brew, I agreed, even though I was extremely hesitant since I had become so comfortable in the cellar and on the filter that brewing on the large system was extremely intimidating. Needless to say I’m glad I did because I haven’t stopped learning or moving into new positions.

What have you had to do to establish yourself as a woman in the brewing community?

Just be confident in what I’m doing, show interest in what is going on, learn as much as someone is willing to show me, and be good at what I do.

Do you feel that being a woman made it harder to get the job you have now?

No. But women are a minority in this industry. If I’m with a group of guys at a beer event, they assume I’m the girlfriend of one of the brewers, not one of the brewers.

Do you run into any friction with your male counterparts?

I’m a feisty gal so I run into friction just because. I’m also pretty stubborn and want things done efficiently. There have been times that I have felt I was not taken 100% serious. I’ve learned to pick my battles and know when to assert myself and when not too.

What do you think the beer industry is doing right in trying to appeal to women? What are they doing wrong?

They are continuing to think that women want a beer light in color, with zero flavors, wrapped up in a pink shiny bottle. I love pink, but that is not what I want to drink. Once women become educated about beer they learn things like just because its dark doesn’t mean its heavy, and just because its light doesn’t mean it has no flavor.

If you were stranded on a desert island and could only have a single beer, what would you choose?

This is an impossible question to answer. I want a Rodenbach Grand Cru, [Russian River Brewing Company] Supplication, Stone Ruination IPA, Stone 07.07.07 Vertical Epic Ale Aged in Red Wine Barrels, and an [Odell Brewing Company] Easy Street Wheat.

Who would you like to see us interview next? What question(s) would you ask her?