…but even acknowledging that, it’s pretty cool that they can print on beer foam.
This is extremely cool. If hop flavor can be imbued into beer without or with significantly less hops then that is a huge boon for everyone. Less water for hops means more water for other necessary things, like more beer.
However, my friend at the Traveling Yeti has a wiser and more nuanced take on things that keeps my enthusiasm in check.
I have come very far from my neighborhood to visit the Lombard House, a local pub in St Johns, and holy crap I could not create a more local local if I had wished it up. The bartender, Ryan, introduces himself and it isn’t until after I’ve sat down and seen him speak to five other patrons that I understand he’s greeting me because I’m new here and he knows it.
A gentleman finishing his conversation with Ryan tells me he’s drinking the Pilsner, so I order that and then look at the board to see who made it: Upright. The Engelberg Pils.
The nose has a sourish note, like raw sourdough: yeasty, bready. The middle is very clean and the finish is crisp, breaking on my tongue like ice in a drink. It’s drinkable, mining the classic styles of pre-macro lagers. I don’t know that I would’ve ordered it for myself but I can’t be mad at it, either.
“You hungry, you want me to get some food?” A different patron asks Ryan; and man, that’s how you take care of your bartenders. Offer to buy them food.
“I don’t drink much these days,” a man says behind me.
“I definitely do,” his friend replies.
On my left is an open window -and I’ve seen at least one person lean into the window to hail the bartender for a beer. Outdoor seating is clearly key to a pub as cozy as this one.
I’m not sure if I’m here on a special night or if it’s like this all the time, but I hope it’s like this all the time. Everyone and everything feels like they walked here from work or home and are catching up. Plus, if I don’t miss my guess, a country band is about to start rollicking the place up.
I find myself wishing there was a place like this closer to home.
Then again, if it was close, what would help spur me to new adventures?
Today’s second pint goes to the Maren Sanchez Home Foundation.