I’m cheating a little bit, tonight.
A few days earlier, I came to Bailey’s and played a few rounds of cards. Through the graciousness of my friends (thank you Jim + thedrowningman) I was able to try the delectable group of Yeti stouts from Great Divide.
Usually when I come to do my 52 Weeks post, novelty is important. As a matter of fact, one of the reasons I chose to post from Bailey’s is that I was able to try new beers and discuss them, however peripherally.
Truth be told, I damn near had Ninkasi’s Transcendent Golden Ale. It was even recommended to me by someone (although I have to confess I do not remember whom: such is the nature of drink, yes?) and I like to try things based on someone’s suggestion. Not that I doubt Ninkasi; they do good stuff.
For those who are interested, I am drinking the Espresso Stout first, followed by the Chocolate, and finally the Cask Conditioned. Most favorite last; I like the oak flavors that are imparted to the stout best and coffee flavors least. Not a surprise if you know me; I’ve never had a taste for coffee, ever.
I’m also sitting in the back corner at a table that is too high for me to write on comfortably. No, I don’t like it, but I felt it was important to come back here and sit, drink, and exist in this space that I usually ignore. Across the street from me are two shops that have closed recently; one a record store, the other a locksmith shop. I have to say; I worry when stores close, especially small ones, that provide local services that aren’t fungible. Making keys is important. Providing vinyl for trance and hip-hop shows as well as being a space that is welcoming to those cultures (via flyers, t-shirts, etc.) is an important service.
They’re gone now. Something else will take their place I’m sure, I just worry that it will be another restaurant, an establishment that Portland is glutted with, instead of a more diverse business.
I worry because I am out of work.
I know, I know, last week I said I wasn’t going to focus on the negative. But the best laid plans of mice and men, yes?
I had a rough week, last week, and positives are harder to see when blankets of misfortune cover the couch of your life. Sure, you can throw off the blanket but is it so the warmth of the morning can be felt, or is too early and night’s grinning chill can make its way up your toes and into your undies?
Do you really want to risk getting a chill in your undies?
Of course, the chocolate Yeti fights off a chill something fierce, so there’s a reason to drink stouts in the winter, folks. It’s yummy and warming like hour three chocolate cake.
Theory #402: beer makes life’s risks more acceptable. Chill in the undies doesn’t seem so bad if there’s stout.
Let me tell you about the back corner of Bailey’s.
In the computer light I cast a glow in the window; ghostly and muddled. My reflection is doubled somehow, making me look a little like a 3-D drawing, only in washed out colors of streetlight peach and laptop gray. The conversation of the Brits to my right is funneled down to me, unlike the main area where sound gets obfuscated by walls, music and hanging mobiles. I can’t make out what they’re saying-but I’m not trying to either.
It is the spot to make deals in, the spot for dark talk skullduggery style, the spot for sweetness that nuzzles your neck, the spot where you tell your friend that yeah, you’re bonded to her, that you’ve got his back, or you become bawdy and loveably raucous. It is a wonderfully private space in an otherwise open pub. It is a moment where you can be raw and nobody else will mind.
I’m onto the oak-aged stout now, and let me tell you it is fyyyne.
/I’ll probably hate myself tomorrow for doing that, but what the hell. I’m cheating.
Edit/Correction: I’m told the record store is still there (the papered up windows just fooled me) and the key store has gone mobile. So things aren’t as bad as I thought. Lesson of the evening.
7 thoughts on “52 Weeks 50: Great Divide Stout Trio”
Dan, the record store is still in business. The key shop is also in business, just as a mobile service. His lease was up, and decided he made more money making service calls, than making keys.
I should be making improvements to that back area very soon (the high table has bothered me from the beginning).
No kidding? With the windows all papered up, it looked all done-and the key shop, well…
I’ll have to issue a correction I guess. Cool.
I kind of like the back corner-but it’s a Duplo block in the Lego of the place.
Just to throw you off a little bit more, that is not paper on the windows. It is opaque on that side though.
I must have missed you, which I guess isn’t too surprising as you were in the corner and I was only there for about a half an hour. I too tried the 3 Yeti’s. I loved them all, with one big caveat: I couldn’t taste any difference between the three! There is value in subtlety, but come on, we are talking about a 9% abv oak aged stout, subtlety shouldn’t be a descriptor. That said though, a friend who tried them along with me thought the espresso version must have been a completely different beer. Maybe I should have tried them in the back corner, I hear things are different back there.
See, I thought there was a marked difference between at least the cask conditioned beer and the other two. The espresso and chocolate ones were a bit similar but I thought the bourbon-esque notes of the cask were really distinct.
But the back corner is good for a new point of view.