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Golden Pints 2016
2016 was an odd one. I don’t just mean politically, historically, environmentally - I mean on a personal, more human level, down in the trenches where I can be found crawling around. It was touched by grief and by joy - a bereavement and finding out I was going to be a dad, respectively - and besides those things, everything else seemed slightly greyed out in comparison, like the softly-blurred middle distance of a photograph, focused on something else.
Blogging took a back seat, unfortunately, as the slowly diminishing archives of BAPD shows - even if the drinking didn’t, what with it being there to comfort you in the down times and toast you in the good. In fact, I can say without a doubt that 2016 was my best drinking year ever - for quality, for diversity, maybe even for volume, though maybe not that, since I was a student once. Quite literally, from the moment the clocks chimed midnight and ushered 2016 into being, I have been drinking good beer - I started with Goose Island’s Bourbon County Stout 2015, and the as final vengeful seconds of 2016 ticked away, I was sipping a Trappistes Rochefort 10. The pace and the pleasure rarely let up. Hopefully that been reflected in the blog, even if not as regularly as I would have liked.
The accepted way to celebrate the year in beer on the internet is in the form of Golden Pints - a kind of communal awards, shouting out all the things you loved most from the past 12 months. Having gone right over the year end, just in case anything was going to sneak in under the wire, here are my prize winners, in whatever categories I feel like recognising:
Beer of the Year - Cloudwater DIPA V10
It feels like Cloudwater’s evolving DIPA series has become almost emblematic of UK craft beer and the culture surrounding it - a high ABV your dad would wince at, scarcity in the select bottle shops it turns up in, and a series of eye-catching designs meaning the bottles are as satisfying to look at as they are to open. But despite its cultural dominance, it’s barely been 12 months since the first iteration appeared and made everyone lose their collective shit. Now on a monthly schedule, and harnessing the accumulated experience of nine past iterations, December’s DIPA V10 saw the addition of alchemical hop powders and oats to the grist, for their most billowingly fruity effort yet. DIPA defined the year. Bring on the cans.
Brewery of the Year - Brew by Numbers
It feels almost impossible to pick a brewery of the year when there were so many good breweries making great beer this year - the aforementioned Cloudwater, Magic Rock and Siren all made strong showings - but ultimately I picked Brew by Numbers because I couldn’t think of another brewery making such strides with such diverse styles as they have this year. From barrel-aged imperial stouts to semi-legendary saisons, via hazy pale ales and sticky IPAs, there isn’t a dice roll of digits that hasn’t worked for them.
Venue of the Year - waterintobeer
Sometimes, you just get lucky. This year, my sleepy corner of south east London discovered, in the space of a few days, that it was getting two bottle shops. Both turned out to be excellent, and I maintain Salthouse Bottles may be the most pleasingly laid out shop in the capital. But waterintobeer has a special place in my heart, thanks to a) having seats allowing you to sit in and drink b) playing excellent records and introducing me to bands like Martha. It’s a home away from home already.
Location of the Year - Brussels
I’m almost embarrassed (humblebrag!) by the number of places I went this year where beer was a centrepiece of the trip. I did a cask ale crawl round the charming pubs of Derby. I drank my way through the dankest offerings Brooklyn’s Other Half had to offer. I crushed cans of Jai Alai in the Florida sun, and crammed in as many bars as Manchester and Leeds had to offer. All of these are worthy beer trips to make, but nothing else quite matched up to my first trip to Belgium. After a bad teenaged run in with a bottle of Leffe, I’d never truly come to appreciate Belgian beer, but a weekend in Bruges and Brussels soon changed that. Sitting in the sunny yard of a puppet theatre drinking Westvleteren XII was close to a religious experience.
Writers of the Year - Matthew Curtis / Will Gordon
Whether on his own site, Total Ales, or doing beautifully illustrated stories for Good Beer Hunting, I’ve loved reading Matthew Curtis’ work this year. He writes with passion and precision, and an uncommon clarity about the broader industry that always makes me pause to consider the bigger picture. Meanwhile, Will Gordon remains the chief inspiration for me bothering to tell other people what I like to drink, with a voice that combines humour and insight in equal doses. I hope they both keep up the good work.
Moment of the Year - The British Guild of Beer Writers Annual Awards
This is shamelessly self-obsessed, but after two years of writing a blog read by a small circle of family and friends (usually during their toilet breaks, I’d imagine), being named runner up in the Best Young Beer Writer category at the British Guild of Beer Writer Awards was overwhelming. On top of that, it was a cracking evening, with friendly, welcoming company, (especially the team at Hall & Woodhouse who kindly hosted me), top notch food and plenty of beer. It showed me, as much as anything else, that the world of beer is a good place to be, whatever year it is.
Back from unplanned Hiatus
Hey Everyone, This is Thomas here at the Weekly Six Pack. It's been a long time since I've posted on here but I missed writing and the notes I've been taking about beer are filling up my phone so I thought it was about time I did something about it. Some changes to look forward to: I'm keeping the name of the blog, though I can't promise that I will have a new beer for you every single week. I'm also going to change up the style of my writing. You might be familiar with with Will Gordon over at Drunkspin and the style he writes in. I'm a fan of his work and so my writing might look a little different than it did previously. And finally, I'm not going to limit myself to just locally made or "craft beers." Craft beers is in parentheses because most people have a slightly different definition of what that means and also because I believe now that the beer snob movement is so overblown as well as the concept of what a "good beer" is. To me, a good beer is whatever feels right at the moment you're drinking it. Whether that be a cold Coors Light on a tubing trip with friends or a Double Imperial IPA from your local brewpub to challenge your tastebuds. Let's all get together under the Beer is Good banner and enjoy. Hope you guys like what's coming down the pipeline. Cheers
When you go out drinking on Saturday night, the bartenders may seem to be getting rich a soggy dollar at a time—but what about the dozens of hours a week when you're not there and neither is anyone else? That's when they're chopping limes, cleaning bathrooms, and arguing with their bookies for $2.63 an hour. And most bartenders don't receive any health benefits or paid leave, and they have little job security. This lack of guaranteed income is why you need to tip bartenders even when you're not thrilled with their service. You still have to pay the dental hygienist even if he makes your gums bleed—hell, right now your boss is paying you, even though you're reading this post instead of doing your job at all. Most Americans get paid when they suck, and there's no ethical grounds to exclude bartenders from this beautiful racket.
How Much Should You Tip Your Bartender? More Than You're Tipping Now by Will Gordon
I don't need everything spelled out as explicitly as a genre fiction cover, but I do appreciate it when general consumer life offers up coherent semiotic patterns. This is often the case in the eating and drinking fields: The brown bananas are too old, the green bananas are too young, and the restaurants with license plates on the walls have too much sour mix in the margaritas.
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"I realize that beer's not a necessity, even on a sunny day, and I'm no more responsible with money than I am with meatballs, so I'm rarely inclined to complain about beer prices. But at a certain point the gouging goes so far that it's offensive. I didn't walk away from beer line angry that I was out $17 for two luke-cold cups of mediocre beer; I walked away angry that there exists a cabal of human beings who think that's a reasonable amount to charge. Losing a $17 bill in the wind doesn't bother me; I'm too stupid to care. Trading that same $17 for a couple of Bud Lights pisses me way off, though."
"... winter was over. We had a very mild winter in the Northeast so I hate to complain but actually I live to complain so let me here note that winter still sucks even when it's snow-free and 34 balmy degrees. It wasn't as consistently, debilitatingly awful as most winters, but it was still cold and dark enough to make a rational underachiever go into semi-hibernation; I spent the last several months in a contented survival mode, and now it's time to emerge into the world and get glorious."