Head beer judge Phil Rickert, right, of Santa Fe, NM checks the color of a beer as judge Bill Van Zante, left, Des Moines, checks its aroma during championship flight judging in the annual Schleswig Wine and Bier Contest held in Schleswig, Iowa, Su…
Just got an email from Red, White and Brew author Brian Yaeger. He let me know that he’s currently in NY on a book tour and plans on heading up to Portland to read at Wordstock (November 8-9). Also, he’s apparently a fan of Rogue’…
This month I’ve been on something of an Oktoberfest beer streak, trying to review all kinds of Oktoberfest beers – Pumpkin Ales, German Marzens and different American Autumn Ales for The Brew Club. So far, its been good, but I had something in…
Most of the beers that were brought to my table for judging were tasty, but pedestrian.
Of the beers brought to my table for judging, my favorite was an (I’m guessing) imperial-style IPA.
It was a beer with a big cascade/simcoe hop nose. What wa…
The problem with judging a beer contest is that there are some really good beers that you have to downgrade because they are not “to style” or have been entered into the wrong category.
A lot of tasty beers were poured into my judging gl…
It was time to put my money where my (beer) mouth is.
I was tapped to be a beer judge at this year’s Schleswig Wine and Bier Club contest.
Luckily, there was a “real” beer judge at the table with me. Thank God, as my table had to dri…
It’s a wonderful afternoon here in Schleswig, Iowa!
Of course, being at a wine and beer contest can make any afternoon bright and sunshiny, but it really is bright and sunshiny here.
Fried chicken and all the fixings was had at the Schleswig Uni…
So today I had the pleasure of having a beer that has probably been referred to by the most puns in regards to its name among beer lovers than any beer ever created (hence the title of this post). A year ago I ignorantly passed up this beer on tap wh…
If you’re lucky, you’ll never visit a bar like the Toronto locale my wife and I happened to wander into a short time ago. Actually, let me change that: not “wander into,” but “were sucked into.” Or “suckered.”
We walk into the bar, which appears to be relatively new and boasts a couple of dozen taps, some of which hold promise. We grab a table, only to notice that it’s positioned at the top of the staircase leading…