The Champagne of Blogs

Last week while having lunch at Oaks Bottom Public House (a personal favorite) I enjoyed a delicious pint of Freak Out! from Lagunitas Brewing. It’s a nicely hopped pale ale (or so I thought) and I enjoyed it so much I dropped a line to the good folks at the brewery in Petaluma, CA asking them a little more about the beer.

Needless to say, the response was awesome. I’ve always loved their beers, they’re consistently flavorful no matter what style they’ve brewed, and it’s great to know their attitude is just as good as their beer. So, where can I get a job where my title is Warlord and does anyone have a recipe for a Uzbekki Raga Ale?

Here’s the response:

Thanks for the cool words Brother Kehe!

Tony Magee
Warlord
Lagunitas Brewing Co
Petaluma and the World

Well, it’s not entirely beer-related, but it has definitely been a beer-fueled adventure. The outside of my shop is littered with empty IPA bottles used in the making of Labyrinth, the Mini Golf Hole.

The event is being held tomorrow night (9 PM – 2 AM) AND Wednesday night (2 PM – 2 AM) at Holocene. Admission is $6, 21+. For a map and directions, visit Holocene’s web site.

You can see lots more pictures over at my other blog, Descending Ashtray.

I don’t know what’s with me and the terrible titles lately. Could be the mead.

The Northwest Brewing News is holding its annual “Best of the Northwest” Reader’s Choice Awards. You should vote. More importantly, you should vote for Phil from the Horse Brass as Best Bartender. He really is great, always with awesome recommendations and free with the free samples.

You know what would also be funny? If you voted “BS Brewing” for “Best Brewery” in Oregon. Go on, do it. You know you want to. I did.

The girls were out doing girly things — planning a wedding, I believe — so I invited the boys over to learn to homebrew. We made an all extract Irish Red with some amber and wheat extracts, and a little honey in it because… well, because we’d administered quite a beating to our kidneys and livers by that point, and we weren’t really too concerned with anything but alchohol content.

Anyway. In a haze of howling and drums at the end of the night, our chief dubbed the brew “Testosterone Red.” And a month later, I gotta say this:

It tastes kinda fruity. Go figure.