Category: Sour Beers

Review: Allagash Brewing Company | Coolship Red

Take some

  • very expensive

grand cru red burgundy

Mix it with some black raspberry warheads

And shake that shit up

Day lilies

Orange rind

Raspberry vinaigrette

And used gym socks

Looking into my cold dead eyes

With your cold dead eyes


“You remember Pirates of the Caribbean?

It was a pretty good franchise

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Review: Brasseurs du Monde | Rouge des Flandres

Turbid brownish red; inch of khaki, fizzy head.


Smells of cherry, rancid fruit, oak, subway urinal, boozy plum and prune, and it tastes like Montreal.


If you’re in Quebec and not drinking Rouge des Flandres, you’re a fucking idiote.

*8.8 out of 10*

Review: Brasserie Dieu du Ciel! | Solstice d’été aux Framboises

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My God, this beer smells incredible. It’s so bright and fruity! How distinctively tart, like a field of ripe red raspberries dancing in the cool breeze! The nose on this is so good I could just

Vote for Hillary Clinton.










*9.0 out of 10*

Sour Beer Sunday: Brouwerij de Brabandere | Petrus Oud Bruin



Sour Beer Sunday is Sour Beer Monday in China.

If it’s morning where you are right now, here’s your opportunity for some breakfast beer. The beer is Petrus Oud Bruin, a Flanders Oud Bruin ale from Brouwerij de Brabandere. Have it with some banana bread.

It says ‘the Key to Heaven’ on the bottle. Not sure what they’re talking about. You have to drink a lot of these to go to heaven because it’s only 5.5% ABV.

It’s OK.

It’s not super sour, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Like hop bombs in the IPA world, many breweries pump out aggressively sour beers that can often ruin the overall drinking experience. I just happen to believe that other comparable breweries—Rodenbach, Bockor (makers of Cuvée des Jacobins Rouge), and Hanssens—offer some more complex offerings.

It’s a deep, ruby red colored ale. I’d call it translucent, you can see through it if you expose it to the light. It leaves a very pleasant lacing on the glass and it happens to have a nice, rocky, khaki colored head.

It smells of tart cherries, walnuts, and almonds. It’s got an all-around nuttiness going on. I’d also describe it to have an aroma of dark, German-style rye bread with a little spice character. Finally, there’s some red grape in there too, similar to what you’d find in a pinot noir.

There’s a toasted malt character up front. The acidity is medium-light. Notes of plum and tart cherry come about in the middle of the mouth. Then, there are some caramel notes on the back end. The tartness and funk is there, but the microflora are a little in the background with this one.

It has low carbonation and actually has a somewhat thin body.

It’s cheap; it’s satisfactory. If you’re looking for a budget sour, here you go.

I’d pair it with roast turkey—or even what you’d find at a Thanksgiving dinner table. Aged cheddar would be another good choice. Personally, I’d suggest grabbing one of these beers and drinking it with a nice, hot order of America’s family favorite, Dominos Cinna Stix®.

Review: Westbrook Brewing Co. | Gose

Hey, big guy;

Put on your wayfarers and step out onto the balcony.
Watch the palm trees sway in the wind.
Grab that special someone and enjoy the blazing sunset.
The waves lap against the shore ever so gently.

This calls for a toast;
You grab some refreshments for the both of you.
The lid of the can pops like the sound of a crashing ocean swell.

Clink your glasses, you beautiful people.

The hazy, bright yellow ale shimmers in the waning sunlight.
The aroma of freshly squeezed lemon bursts in the air.

“Wait, babe; grab the camera, the lighting is perfect.
–yeah, get in the picture. Yeah, that’s it. Wait, wait; bend over a little bit.
Oh, yeah, this is such a sexy shot.
Look at the color of this beer! It looks like a glass of frothy lemonade!
God damn, look at this!
–Wait, wait, no—I know, let me just upload this—

Then, suddenly, those clams from dinner finally hit you.
Dizzied, you began to flounder.

“Honey, are you alright? Oh God, hold on!”
Her dulcet tones begin to degrade into a squawk of the most reptilian persuasion.

The roar of high tide folds upon itself, dampened into television static
Even your vision begins to sputter out ants on a sidewalk.

You collapse upon the railing, hanging off the edge of the precipice.
The vomit begins to stream from your lips, your nostrils.

Your paramour arrives with a hot towel and words of comfort.

It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault It’s not your fault

In your moment of abject embarrassment and misery, it hits you–






in debt


programming job

is bullshit

You lack








Westbrook Brewing: providing the official beer of mustachioed beer hipsters everywhere!


Your life is a lie.

*9.0 out of 10*

Sour Beer Sunday : Crooked Stave Artisan Beer Project | St. Bretta w/Pomelo

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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!