Ok, ok, so, doing this new thing. Bobcat started this whole thing, a while back, when he bought some Backacre Sour Golden Ale– I don’t know, probably a few winters ago– and we shared it while listening to the excruciatingly experimental music of Tim Hecker—more on that in a bit. Anyway, this thing seemed to happen more and more every Sunday afternoon until Bobcat got sick of beer, got that swanky bartending job and now just slams back daiquiris and that foofy shit. Typical.
Anyway, I’m just fucking sitting here, in my underwear, watching Friends and drinking some dope ass beer—by myself– per my usual “Sunday tradition.”
But that’s really beside the point.
The beer is great. It’s just the right combination of citrus and betrayal—
Really bright notes of lemon and pineapple on the nose—
Moreover, the brettanomyces character is not too overpowering on the palate.
It’s dry, tropical, and the earthy essence of the oak really helps bring it all together.
There’s hardly any hop bitterness at all.
I’m certainly not bitter about anything.
It’s Crooked Stave’s seasonal “St. Bretta” summer seasonal release: a sour witbier brewed with pomelo citrus fruit. Crooked Stave Artisan Beer Project is a brewing company out of Denver, Colorado that specialized in sour ales and American wild ales, exclusively.
This is a beer that pairs well with earthy and umami flavors. Soft, washed rind cheeses and this fantastic Portobello mushroom ravioli, which I slaved over for an hour-and-a-half for no one but my goddamned self, would go well with this beer.
It’s light, crisp, and cuts through rich foods wonderfully.
Anyway, I’m going to be doing these little “Sour Beer Sunday” postings, hopefully every Sunday—BY MYSELF
I also expect to bring back that craft beer/junk food pairing thing, for shits and giggles
But mostly shits
Lastly, going back to Tim Hecker—
First, if you don’t know who he is, look him up on Google, or something, and educate yourself. Dude’s mad talented.
Second, craft beer/music pairings are on the way too. Yes, you read correctly. I’m giving into my self-indulgent, geeky tendencies to provide you what I can only assume will be the lamest shit you read on a maybe-monthly basis.
Other things may be coming down the tube too, but for now, I’m going to let resentment get the best of me while I spiral into a fitful sleep.
Happy Labor Day!