#beer mutt

Here's another post from misplaced-ville:

Rouge-Hopped Red. Third and final day of my Vegas adventure. So far, I have stuck to mostly domestic light mega-brews, which are nice when you measure consumption in bbls. That doesn’t make sense; most amounts of fluids can be measured in bbls if you believe in fractions. Let’s say I drank a lot and that I stuck with dmbs (that’s domestic mega-brews) based on a high probability that they’d not kill me. I’ve decided to celebrate my foresight, and not feeling like shit, with this beer.

From the classic annals of things being mixed together: fat people and skinny people in comedy teams, cliches, and "devout" Christians and premarital sex, comes this beer.  It's a California IPA by way of Belgium.  I was hoping that I could get a surf bum with a french accent and a fear of Germans to serve this to me. Aright, enough with the mixing jokes.

Stone's Cali-Belgique IPA mixes the Stone IPA with Belgian yeast.  Which according to the Stone website makes this a Stone IPA "raised in a Belgian culture. Literally" (get it?)  However, I don't think that's how this was born, I think some brewer was high on his own supply and accidentally dumped the wrong yeast into a vat too big to throw away needlessly, so there ya go, a new label and we're left with this.

The beer has 6.9% alc/vol, 77 IBUs blah blah blah.  I'll level with you, I was still sick when I drank this thing.  My nose was clogged up more than a used toilet after a fat guy's coffee and cheese bender.  I couldn't taste anything save some of the potent yeast strains, it was also light on the hops as far as my damaged nose could tell.  What makes matters worse, is that I had just paid money to see Contagion in a theater, so I was worn out from all the boredom.  It's probably not really fair to an otherwise respectable brewery to honest rate this one.  Provided you believe that I honestly rate things in the first place. #agenda.

What say you Gordon?

Two posts in one night BM are you insane!!!! Or an Alcoholic!!!! 

NO! and stop yelling.  I'm just a man who enjoys his beers and the gentle (to violent) buzzes that they provide.  To that end, the missus is out late so I thought I'd sneak another large tasty beverage in, and given the short amount of time that I had to get the gentle (or violent) buzz going I decided on this bad boy.  Lagunitas Imperial Stout, an unlimited release, this contains 9.9% alcohol, jeesh. That explains the initial taste of barley-wine styled alcohol. 

I can just see it now, it's me and some other guys in togas sitting around some columns or some nude statute discussing the meaning of the Republic and those damn upstart Galts when we crack one of these open. 

Yeah, close enough, so we're drinking this beer and trying to hold this guy in place while we wait for someone to invariably kill him, cause this is Imperial Rome (get it now?) and that just what we do.  And one guy says something in Latin which I think means, "highly potent malty deliciousness" and I nod my head in agreement, and this other guy says, "man, but you can still taste the hops!" and I agree again, only this time I do it by stabbing the shirtless guy with a broken bottle.  I then point out that the flavors get more rounded and delicious as the beer warms, and the head is nice and tight.  Everyone skips out on making the obvious Roman gay joke, cause they're in Rome and like it's not gay there. 

Anyhow, what's Gordon have to say about all this?

(Another entry from the dark corners of the draft section where I accidentally kept saving things -ed.)

Straight from Nørway we get an Oatmeal Stout.  This 7.5% beer contains ø IBUs, but enough malt to kill the oversized barking dog that currently lives in my neighbor's yard and spends his time trying to ruin my scant few moments hours of free time at the computer.  However, you wouldn't want to waste this beer on killing that dog, cause this shit don't come cheap. A bullet is way cheaper, and this beer is too good to be wasted on that barking piece of shit.  

First rule, It's thick:

Yeah that's about right.

It's tastes great, just a bold stout with lots of character and texture.  Speaking of texture, you might want to be careful with the bottom 10%.  I drank it unthinking and it felt like a Hersey bar spit a loogi in my mouth.  Once I got over the shock of getting spit into by an inanimate object, it tasted fine, just odd feeling.  The other 90% is Scandinavian brewing at it's best (not that i've tried that much Scandinavian beer, but you know, this stuff is that good.) Let's go to the tape: