Fake British Accents

This is part one of back to back experiments I did: this one to make a more British-oriented IPA, the other to make an American one (Which I’ll talk about in a couple weeks).

Of course, I didn’t bother to actually research what I should be doing, I just did stuff and hoped for the best. Always good practice, right? Kinda, though I doubt this beer’s lineage to British style IPAs.

Still, things worked out pretty well. This is a beer that really needs to be poured into a glass, because the hops are not overwhelming but neither is the finishing bitterness. That bitter quality starts to add up as the drink is finished but I haven’t found it to be dominating by any means, which is what I was shooting for. It seems to hit the easy drinking qualities that I’d hope for from a British IPA so I suppose from that perspective, it’s a win.

I suppose I could’ve called this a pale, but what’s the fun in that?

Brew date: 1.12.14

Steeping malt
1.5 lb Biscuit
1 lb Wheat
1.5 lb C120
3 lb 2 row
.5 lb Vienna

Fermentables: 3.5 lb LME

.75 oz Warrior hops (pellets)
.75 Amarillo hops
.5 zo Palisade @ 40 (pellets)
.5 oz Palisade@ 20
.25 oz Warrior @ 5
.25 oz Willamette @ 5
.25 oz Amarillo @ 5

Wyeast 1272 American II-2nd use

OG: 1.059

FG: 1.018

Put into secondary 1.22

ABV: 5.5%

Meat Beer (again?)

So, someone is making a lamb-flavored beer. In Wales.

Man, I don’t know what to say about this kind of insanity. There has to be a point where we say: “Anything is possible, there isn’t anything out of bounds!” to “Yeah, no. There is a limit to what ought to be favored or flavored and instead you should make a damn fine ESB, right?”

Or maybe it’s just the idea of liquid meat that squicks me out.

Where I Want To Go: Gigantic

Note to self: don’t get a beer right after a haircut. It’s a nice, smooth pale, not too bitter on the finish but I’m overwhelmed by barbershop ointments and I can barely smell a thing.

It’s actually been a pretty busy day with exposure to quite a few different slices of humanity. I hit the DMV to get my license renewed (and it wasn’t that bad at all) and woah, do you see all kinds there. This is for the best: Portland is miiiighy white and getting exposed to the fact that the country isn’t, is a positive.

Then it was off to the barber shop and…I have to admit a certain level of discomfort there. Those places are masculine in ways I don’t always grok and conversation between strangers is encouraged and expected but there isn’t any beer. So what do you talk about? (Football, in this case, which makes me glad I know a thing or two about that).

Then it’s off to the final destination of places humans meet, and that’s Gigantic Brewing. The space for patrons at Gigantic is small so I want to get in before it gets too crowded. I get the Bang On! British pale and find a seat uncomfortably close to the wall.

Lots of local printer and hand written signs here: the sign selling nuts; growler prices, and it gives the impression that they’re a bit too busy concentrating on making great beer to put effort towards purdy signage. I can respect that.

I like it unpopulated, with only the die hard Portland types going outside for the winter-to-spring sunlight available. But the outdoors wants to intrude here: outdoor tables more than double the capacity, there’s a huge sliding door to open when it gets warmer, heck, even the space between tables and the seating inside encourages moving outwards.

It’s a Portland place, though: an axe on the wall, TV with “THIS MACHINE SHOWS TIMBERS MATCHES” pasted on the frame, local art on the walls for sale, but this is also a workspace that we are invading into. It isn’t here to make me comfy, it’s here to give me tasty liquids.

And I have to commend Gigantic on that: this pale is good all the way down, bitterness sloooowly creeping in as I drink more, the scent of hops still negated by barbershop unfortunately but…the Bang On! tastes damn good and that’s where the rubber meets the road.