Odell Trellis Garden Ale

Odell Trellis Garden Ale.

Thoroughly hazed, amber/crimson hue, long-lasting, cream-toned head.

Aroma: pithy, pungent hop aromatics scream out of the glass. Citrus is subsumed by unusual suspects…cherry…strawberry…melon…a fruity cornucopia in the nose.

Taste: further happiness. A burst of fruity hop bitterness on the palate, then all is clear and smooth, lush and malty. More of that same melange dances upon the tongue again, with hop bitterness riding just one level above the fruit. Mmm. So good. It's 8.7% ABV, and it starts to show after we get into the glass.

Here's the official gobbledygook from the website: Brewed with locally grown herbs and spices from The Gardens on Spring Creek, Trellis Garden Ale is a stroll through the garden in a glass – a sip of summer and a harvest of flavor. Coriander, cilantro, pineapple mint, lavender and rose petal bloom in this bright pale ale.  Hoppy hints of citrus and fresh cut grass balance the malty sweetness and enhance the subtle floral spice for a refreshing finish. $1 from each bottle of Trellis Garden Ale sold will go to The Gardens on Spring Creek.

I haven't seen any bottles of Trellis on sale yet, but I don't need to go searching for it, since it's on tap at Acadia Cafe. The expense has kept it on longer than it should be. I'm finally taking notes on it, before it finally disappears.

I'm susceptible to anything hoppy, you know, but when it comes together as beautifully as this, I'm in all the way. It's flat out delicious.

August Schell Noble Star Series #6: Cypress Blanc

August Schell Brewing Company Noble Star Collection Cypress Blanc, Dry Hopped Berlin Style American Lager. 7.4% ABV.

Appearance: hazed, pale gold, slim head, soon gone.

Aroma: slightly sweet, slightly sour, pears, muscat grapes, green apples. Moderate carbonation, low hop bitterness, medium malt. Good balance of sour and sweet.

Taste: In the mouth, the sour comes through. With each and every sip, the tart keeps coming. Light-bodied, with a long, sour finish. Dry. Beautiful. Elegant. Sparkling. More apples, grapes, pear. Delicious.

Here's the quick scoop on it: Brettanyomyces yeast aged in their old cypress tanks, brewed "in the style" of the Berliner Weisse, but also an American lager. Dang if it doesn't come across as one. American lager, I mean. There's a whole lot going on with this one.

Here it is, word for word, from their website: BEER STYLE: Berliner Weisse
ALCOHOL BY VOLUME: 7.4%
CHARACTERISTICS: Through the long, slow, secondary fermentation process, the authentic Brettanomyces yeast in Cypress Blanc completely fermented the residual sugars remaining in the beer, transforming it into a very dry, tart and complex flavor profile wholly unique and dramatically different from any American lager previous aged in our cypress tanks.

It's every penny. I paid around $16, and it is remarkable.

Day Block Batch 94 IPA

Day Block Batch 94 IPA. "This crowler contains 750 ml of hand-crafted, Minneapolis-brewed beer. Please enjoy the crowler out of it." 7.1% ABV. 101 IBU. (I think that's what it says. Kind of hard to read. Okay, 101, sounds good, if it seems high.)

Appearance: clear, bright amber/crimson hue, slim, lacy, ivory head.

Aroma: Brimming with fruit. Stone and citrus. Slightly, just slightly buttery. Bittersweet and creamy. Growing with intensity.

Taste: Hits the palate running, blazing trails of bitterness. Again, growing with intensity. Medium-bodied. Apricot, tangerine, peach, grapefruit. Again, stone fruit and pungent citrus at play in the mouth. Long-lasting bitter finish.

Non-stop bitterness and smooth malty flavor makes this one satisfying IPA. This crowler's going down.

And while I drink it, let's read the copy on the can label, before it melts or something. "West Coast IPA. brewed with Old World Pilsner base malt, and hopped aggressively with Columbus, Chinook, Centennial and Crystal hops, Then dry-hopped with a further 10 pounds of hops! This IPA is dry,  bitter, and bright orange."

Sunday Growler (and crowler) sales? What?!? NO! Can Minnesota survive?

We got a bone at least, and the legislature allowed Minnesota brewery taprooms and brewpubs to sell their products to go on that dangerous day, when before it was forbidden. Because, you know, God and stuff. Minneapolis finally signed off on it (yes, instead of a blanket repeal, they opted to let municipalities ratify it one by one. Progress.), and Sunday growler sales were at last legal on Sunday, June 14. I had to get out and celebrate, but where to go first?

at right: the Berliner Weisse at Day Block, which I enjoyed "raw" at first, and then with rhubarb syrup added.

A sign on Washington Avenue urging travelers to stop for a growler....on a Sunday? What--?

I chose Day Block Brewing, due their sale, with $10 growler fills on that first day. But something happened that changed my plans a bit. I sat down next to my friend Tim, pulled out my empty growler, ready to contemplate my choice, when along came my old pal, Mike, who I long ago hired as a bar-back at the Nile, and trained as a bartender, and is now bar manager at Day Block. Wouldn't I rather want a crowler on this day? Not only were they beginning growler sales, but also the canned 750 mls, the first local brewpub to do so. I'd get my deposit back on the growler, and in the end only cost $3. ($8 for the crowler minus $5). I chose a Batch 95 IPA, which I'll get to in a review very soon.

At this early point on this momentous day, the Lord Almighty had not yet stricken us down.

I paid for my purchase and checked the ceiling. No structural damage yet. The sky hadn't started to fall.

Off next to Town Hall, just up the road on Washington Avenue, and they were celebrating by having Marmelade Sky Pale Ale, usually only on tap at The Tap, one of their two other locations, available in growlers. I brought in a 750 ml size, but it was only in 64 ouncers. So, I've gone from 5 64-oz Town Hall growlers a few months ago to 2 750mls, now to 1 of each. It's fine, though, we can continue to trade up or down, with the deposit rate remaining the same.

a growler, about to be purchased, on a Sunday! A Sunday!

I peered up at the pressed tin ceiling and chandeliers above the Town Hall bar. Still holding up. No apocalypse yet. The firmament yet held. No cracks in the sky, no thunder from heaven, no hordes of demons, no plague of frogs.

Proof, there it is. Still no thunder from above.

A growler and a crowler were in my pack, and I jumped back on my bike toward Harriet. If I'd been there earlier I'd have seen my old friend and colleague Peter, who know works at Harriet, being interviewed by the Minneapolis Star & Tribune about the exciting change. But, Jason Sowards, owner and brewmaster, was there to fill up my West Side IPA. I didn't need that much beer at once, but I just wanted to go out and ring in this new era.

Jason doesn't seem very concerned about divine retribution. I worry about that.

And I looked out into the night sky, the clouds turning darker, and I wondered...was this the start of our doom? Was it the beginning of our dire punishment from our angry Lord for crossing him, for spiting his will? Will there soon be lakes of fire and terrible retribution? Will the vengeful God soon smite us all?

Still no angels coming down from heaven to render unto us an apocalypse  of righteous fury to avenge our horrible sins, of buying beer on Sunday. Maybe they're late, and we'll get it next week? Oh, what have we wrought???

No, it was the day ending, as it always does. Everything was normal. We're not going to die. Dogs will not lie down with cats. Maybe we'll get through this?

Sisyphus Belgian Blonde Ale

Sisyphus Belgian Blonde Ale.

Appearance: clear, bright golden coloring, very slim, very soon-gone head.

Aroma:  sweetness and Belgian yeasty funk. Candi sugar. Fruit. Nice balance. Low hops. Medium malt.

Taste:  smooth and malty stuff, fresh and zesty. Fine rendition of the style. Easy-drinking. Good one going down. Clean and lean.  That mix of fruit, spice, and just south of tartness that only comes from the Belgian styles. Just enough bitterness, just enough sweet.

I like this. It's not what I'd want to drink most of the time, personally, but it's good beer. And you can drink it.

56 Brewing Lake Sandy Rye Lager

The newest brewery in Minneapolis, 56 Brewing, taking over the space and equipment formerly used by Northgate. Their Lake Sandy Rye Lager is on tap at Acadia Cafe. I took some notes.

Appearance: clearish, with some chill haze, bright golden coloration, slim white head.

Aroma: cereal grain, all your typical lager-y smells, not much from rye or from malt. Bland, inoffensive.

Taste: It's wet, and it's smooth, light bodied and easy-drinking. Not at all what I'd expect from a rye malt lager. I anticipated a little more color, and a lot more flavor. Okay, wait, here comes some spicy rye flavors, ...but just a touch, a tinge. Hardly enough to give it it's name.

Here's what the website has to say:
DESCRIPTION:
A clean, crisp lager with a yellow hue. This beer is
lightly hopped to bring out the pilsner and rye malts.
It is refreshing enough for a hot summer day, yet bold
enough to be enjoyed year round.

It is brewed with 3 different malts and a single variety
of hops.

Pairs well with: Bratwurst, Gruyere

ABV: 5.6%
IBU: 19
SRM: 5

I skipped the first part, a paragraph about the historical importance of Lake Sandy. What was interesting about this description is that a week ago, it said it had a "reddish hue", leaving me to think we had the wrong beer. They told us that no, it was correct, that the website description was wrong, and it looks like they went and fixed that, since I pointed it out to them.

So, how is it? It is crisp, it is refreshing, but it lacks a lot for me. There's just not enough here. I'll hold out on judging, maybe their others are better.

After these notes, I opened up a growler of NE Nectar, a honey kolsch, and shared it with staff. Thought about a review. Thought better of it. Unpleasant.Two more beers of their out there that just may be decent. Odds aren't good, though. Sorry.

Town Hall Marmalade Sky Pale Ale

Sometimes I bring a growler home with me from a brewpub or taproom to write about a beer for the first time. This is not one of those times. I have had this beer before, five years ago, but before the blog began. I could easily have taken a photo of the beer I had at the pub, as I've done before, but, no, I had to buy a growler, although I did not need one, and in fact, I was going to be buying more growlers that day, at other places.

Why? Because it was Sunday, and I could. At last, Mother Minnesota government has released us just a bit from it's apron strings, and allowed we the citizens to purchase beer from a taproom or brewpub, at last, on a Sunday. We're all grown up now. Still can't visit a liquor store, yet. So, if you don't live near a brewpub or taproom, or if your city or township hasn't ratified the repeal, or you want something other than beer from a brewpub or taproom, well, you're out of luck. We're not that grown up yet, I guess.

Here are notes from June, 2010 on Marmedale Sky American Pale Ale (4.9% ABV.):




"Marmalade"...not, "Marmelade"...no wonder I couldn't find this listing...well, here's what I thought...

from Wikipedia: "Not to be confused with Marmelade, a town in Haiti."

I'm picturing myself on a boat on a river, with tangerine trees and...

Lightly clouded, apricot/tangerine appearance, nice, strong & sturdy off=white head...ain't nothing' wrong with it.

Aroma: Estery, dark fruit, grape, cherry, and orange, ripe and lively, yet soft and lovely...nice. Beautiful.

Taste: Mmmmm. Full-bodied, great feel on the palate, nice heft in the mouth, Vibrant hop presence, full malt feel. Orange flavor jumps in and out, and bumps around, says Hi and submerges. Yum, I say. And, mmmm, mmm. Wonderful bitterness.

Well-made ale, this. I can drink it, and be happy, and drink some more. Best shared with a girl with kaleidoscope eyes....

Alesmith Olde Ale

Alesmith Olde Ale British-style Ale MMXIV, Brewed and bottled by Alesmith Brewing Company, San Diego, CA. Alc. 11% by Volume.

Appearance: darkly cast, deep burgundy, cream-toned head, slimmed, but lasting, and beautiful.

Aroma: spills out of the glass, with a prototypical old ale nose, plums, dates, grapes, brandy, leather, wine. Some pepper to match the fruit. All those delights and more in plentitude. Mmmm. Yeah.

Taste: mouth-filling. Senses-engaging. Palate-thrilling. Dazzles the tongue and mouth with full-on fruit and spice, rich and delicious. Malt forward for sure, a little bitter, and a little sweet. Big, though, big is the main word here. Another little-big word I cant lose hold of is yum. Just yummy. And just a little burnt. But beautiful. Dark, deep, delicious, and beautiful.

Lagunitas Scarce City #4: Imperial Wheat Wine

Lagunitas Scarce City #4: Imperial Wheat Wine. 9.7% ABV. On tap at Acadia Cafe.

Appearance: hazed, golden hued, slim white head.

Aroma: grapefruit, tangerine, and more. Fruitier than I expected. Pithy citric aromatics. Loving it.

Taste: That big citrus returns in the mouth. Smooth, wheaty body meets big, fat alcohol. I love wheat-wines. And this one is delicious. Hangs heavy in the mouth, but you have to know that going in. Not for the faint of heart, but easier-going than a regular barley-wine. big, boozy, grapefruity wheat-wine. I'm digging it.

Perhaps not the optimum brew for this hot summer day, but there's not turning back now.

One question: do you have to call it "Imperial" when the style is already big and strong?

Capital Wisconsin Amber Lager

On tap currently at Acadia Cafe, looking back at notes from a bottle, October, 2004:


Transparent bronze appearance, short-lived, slim off-white head.

Nose is a bouquet of caramel malt sweetness, with herbal, grassy notes, as well...rich and arousing.

Caramel and toffee tones return on the palate, big and brash in taste, sticks long in the senses, before slipping away. Medium-bodied, long, slick finish. Full-forward sweetness, a constant pleasure and easy as pie to travel down the throat.

Unbeatable, as far as Vienna lagers go.
I'd take one any time.

Milwaukee Brewing Louie's Resurrection Bourbon Barrel Aged Amber Ale

Milwaukee Brewing Bourbon Barrel Aged Amber, Louie's Resurrection, ale aged in bourbon barrels. 10.2% ABV. Brewed and bottled by Milwaukee Brewing Company, Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Appearance: mostly clear, crimson/amber hue, slim, soon-gone white head.

Aroma: cherry, vanilla, oak, there's whiskey here, there's echoes and whispers of bourbon. Sweet, liquor-y, malty, but not much else.

Taste: Bourbon-y sweetness starts it off, slick and delicious. The whiskey is all, though, there's nothing beneath it. The amber ale that lurks below is completely subsumed by the action of the barrels. There's no interplay at all, no enhancement.
If you want to taste the bourbon, that's happening. Do want complexity, depth? Not going on.

Medium-bodied, long, slick, bourbon-y finish. Again, if all you want is bourbon flavor, maybe you'll like this.

Town Hall Midnight Breakfast Porter

Town Hall Midnight Breakfast. What's in this beer? Not sure. Guess I have to open it up and find out.

Appearance: dark brown coloration, creamy-toned tanned head atop, looking great.

Aroma: ah! that's the stuff. creamy-smooth oat malt, low hops, sweet but balanced. Just right.

Taste:   On the palate, more of the same. Low bitterness, smooth and creamy oat malt flavors, with some light chocolate and a touch of toffee. Velvety smooth.

Terrific porter, but I can tell you much more about it. There's never a full description on the menu, and there's nothing on the website. BeerAdvocate has only two ratings, and only one with words, and he tells us "I like breakfast stout better." Well, whoop dee do. That's not what this is. He also informs us that it's 5.6% ABV. And calls it an "American porter."

Ratebeer has more reviewers with more words, words like "decent", "oily", "mustiness", and "ash."

Years ago, I used to save the brewer's description slip that I'd find at the bar when a new beer was tapped, and incorporate that information into my reviews. I don't see them anymore. I'd like to know a little something about what I'm drinking.

Lagunitas Equinox Oat Pale Ale

Lagunitas Equinox. A Pale Oat Ale. "first brewed in 1995….Brewed Today In a Time of Change." What's that mean? It's no more bewildering than anything else on a Lagunitas bottle. Alc. 8% by Vol. 50 IBU. OG 1.078.

Appearance: clear, bright amber coloring, lush white head. Looking good.

Aroma: lively citric hop notes. flowery ones, too. Pleasant stuff.

Taste: A little hop bitterness starts it off, then it's nothing but smooth. That's it in a nutshell, little bit o' hops, then smooth, oat malt goodness. High alcohol isn't detected…yet. Medium-bodied. Nice, hoppy finish. I guess I like it. good beer, and yo can drink it.

Here's what I originally wrote about it in January of 2003: "Big, fluffy white head, solid amber color. Aroma is fresh, floral, fruity, notes of peach, mango, tangerine. Smooth, easy-drinking, rather light in body. An "oat ale", huh? Maybe they contribute to the lightness in texture. A decent "extra pale ale", but not outstanding. And this oat business still has me stumped."

And here's the weird words around the side of the label: Qan you imagine a world without Beer? Everything ewe gnoe would be different. Phish might phly, daugs might uze power touls. Pfriedae nights mite be spent building treez out of the day after tomorrow's pstale sour qreem and cheaze leavings. And then their'd bea the speling iszuues. Thingss wood bee just plane wierd, eye meene weird. Come two thinq of itt, Eye think aya cood stand beain a liddl bit hapier write gnau... (glug, glug, glug... gulp.) Mmm, aah! Once again all is right with the world, the fish are in their ocean, the dog will not maim me, I'll have a date for Friday night, and I know for sure that in fact God loves me. Beer. You only borrow it.

Steel Toe Collision Course Double India Pale Ale

At last! At last, at last I found a bottle of this double IPA from Steel Toe! Collision Course, they call it, and there's not a ton of information on it, other than it was bottled on April 27th of this year. Let's drink it.

Appearance: clouded, golden-hued, strong ivory-toned head of foam atop.

Aroma: ah! that's the stuff! at first hit to the nose, it gives up the goods! A blast of fresh citrus and an explosion of pine. Lemon, orange, and tangerine, plus the scrapings of the forest floor. It's right on, brother.

Taste: Bitterness blasts the palate, scours the mouth, spreads bracing, arresting deliciousness. Each new sip brings a fresh deliverance of citrusy hop beauty. So good. So, so good. This is a beer that does not fit it's name. There's no collision here, no clash, no terrible contrast. It's big, it's bold, but it's far from bad. In fact, it's damned near perfect.

Each new entrance into my mouth, this ale brings delight and deliciousness. Nothing but happy. This should go in the top of any list of favorite double IPAs I should care to create.

The great sadness, though, is that I couldn't get more than this one bottle. I put off visiting the brewery, and when I finally made it in, there was one left. And I got it, buddy, I got it. So glad that I got it.

And I'm drinking it by myself, so I can tell you all about it, but how I wish I could have more to share with others.

Blacklist Cran

Blacklist Cran, Maidens D'Or Series, Belgian-style ale brewed with cranberries. Alc. 10% by volume. Brewed and bottled by Blacklist Beer, LLC, Duluth, MN.

Appearance: clear, bright pinkish hue, slim white head.

Aroma: tart and fruity. Dry 'n' funky. I want to say it's "cran-tastic", but I'm going to wait until I'm sure.

Taste: Did I say tart, dry, and fruity? I did. Did I almost say "cran-tastic"? Also true. Light bodied, refreshing, alcohol is so-far well-hidden. Famous last words, I know.

I like this just fine, but it isn't terrifically complex. I'd like a little more more, please. Just a schooch more character and I'd be happier.

You know what? I forgot to read you the gobbledygook. Come back later, and I'll find it and do just that. It's the least I could do for you.

Biking to Beer, Four: Over the River

Well, friends, I've already admitted to being a procrastinator, there's no using pretending or denying. Part Four of Biking to Beer as been waiting to be finished for far too long. It's two months old now! Can't put it off any longer, and once this is posted, it's time to rise Part 5 from it's slumber and get to work on Part Six. Without more fuss, here we go:

It's Sunday, March 29. Again, I plot my course while online at the East Lake library, and set off for my first destination, sometime after 5 pm. It's a Sunday in early spring, so the options for taprooms to visit aren't wide. Before last summer it wasn't even allowed. "Okay, you can have your taprooms, but not on Sunday! Not yet!" What is with this state? Why does that even matter? Who does it hurt to have a taproom open on a Sunday, for the love of Benji? It took us two years to get that law changed. Now, at last, we'll be able to sell growlers at taprooms and brewpubs on Sundays, but liquor stores still won't be able to open. Because that would make sense and we can't have that.

So, it was time to make my first visit to Urban Growler in St. Paul, which requires continuing on Lake Street all the way to the Mississippi river, over the bridge to St. Paul, where the street changes name and becomes "Marshall Avenue." Minneapolis is the City of Lakes. Minnesota is the Land of 10, 000 Lakes. Does St. Paul, our capital city,  have some kind of "lake envy" that forces them the change the name of Lake Street once it enters their city limits? What's the problem?

View of the entrance to Urban Growler, with the Bang Brewing silo behind.

A chalkboard in the entrance alerts you to the ales inside.

That aside, it was fairly easy to find Urban Growler, using  the directions provided by Google maps. Over the river and a left to find Pelham Boulevard, soon to Raymond, and a neighborhood I was somewhat familiar with, which actually means that I remember getting lost there once, and finding my way, eventually. Before long, a long industrial boulevard is seen, and there it is, 2325 Endicott Street, home of Urban Growler brewing, with it's neighbor, Bang Brewing, next door. They are not open on Sundays, however.

It's a friendly space, with food crafted on site. I had a turkey sandwich, I think, and perused the beer menu, while classic rock filled the air. (something I can do without, frankly). I did something that's not the best way to judge a brewery's abilities, when scanning their repertoire, by picking the three IPAs they had on tap. Well, that's what I felt like drinking. Maybe a "flight" would have been right, to check the quality of the Amber Ale, the apple ale, the Cowbell cream, the oatmeal stout, or the porter. I don't do a lot of flights, preferring to enjoy, or not, a full pint, for good or ill.
I took down the rye IPA, the Midwest IPA, and Endicott, their double IPA, and was satisfied. Not bowled over, but happy. Whiled away a couple of hours while eating, drinking, reading. Maybe I'll pick up a growler next time I pay them a visit, on a Sunday, perhaps? Soon? Just maybe...

Endicott double IPA.

MidWest IPA.

Big Boot Rye IPA.

I bid farewell to Urban Growler (though I still don't quite get the name), and set off back to Minneapolis for my next destination, Fair State Brewing, at Central and Lowry in NorthEast. But, there was a hitch. I'd lost the directions that I'd scrawled down, and didn't have internet access on the ol' bicycle. Could I remember how to get there? Oh, well, I'd wing it, stick with what I knew, and just stab my way there. I'd been there before, I knew where it was, if not the fastest, easier way to arrive. So, I stuck to University Avenue, taking that to Broadway in NE.

Next thing I know, it's getting dark, and chilly. Right about the time I was near the intersections of Broadway and Central, thought of how many more block to Central and Lowry, and felt a tug from my bladder. Even though I'd already "gone" at U.G., it was time to go again. And I was right by 612 Brew. So, the heck with it, today's the day we do 612, and pulled into the place, locked the bike, and settled at a bar stool.

A view from the bar at 612, with DWitt prints on the walls, and a large growler collection framing the back bar.

What to say about 612? You know how there are people who believe that if you can't say something nice, you shouldn't say anything at all? Well, I'm going to say more than that, but I'll start with a description of my visit that Sunday night. I asked the bartender what I should have, as I often do, and he told me that many people seem to enjoy the Unrated. Yes, they do, and I'd already had one from a can not too long before. He told me that he's not the type who enjoys a hoppy ale and was sad that they'd just that day run out of their porter, his favorite of their beers so far. I was disappointed, too, as I'd love to see what they'd do with that style. I chose, of the four beers available, the Bitter Cold IPA, which I just didn't get. That mean that I was fundamentally at a loss about the meaning of it's existence. What is a "winter IPA"? Why?  Not bad, just not special.  (Actually, I was recently reminded of a cask-infusion that they did with Skittles candies. The brewers' response to this subject was something along the line of: "Why not? We don't care!" I kind of like the brewers who say that they care. Just me, I guess.)

The Bitter Cold IPA, at 612 Brew.

There was some activity going on at the time, a painting and drinking event, and there was a good stream of folks coming through for a Sunday night, to the consternation of the lonely bartender, waiting for a chance to get started on the close-down. It doesn't matter if I'm not impressed by their beers, or that I keep waiting to taste something special, somebody out there likes them. They're on the radar, and the beers aren't bad, I just wish I knew what little fuss there is, is all about. If I'm not wrong, I had a fairly inoffensive, but utterly lackluster pale ale called Six, and finished with an incredibly adequate Unrated, then hopped back on the bike in the darkness, to cross the river once more into downtown Minneapolis.

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Once on the road, I contemplated if a third destination was possible to enter into this project and wondered about visiting another brewery that might still be open that late on a Sunday night, that hadn't been entered it this yet. Thought about it for a bit, and then changed my mind and turned in the direction of Town Hall, where maybe not everyone knew my name, but at least some of them did. And I had a Czar Jack. And all was well.

Bauhaus Wonderstuff Pilsner

At last, we have come to the last of Bauhaus' "flagship" cans, and it's no surprise that it's their pilsner. I'm not a lager lover, I've said it before and I'll say it again, but I can come to like some of them. I can't pretend otherwise, I will always go towards ales and darker beers first. So, here 'tis, my notes on Wonderstuff, of which I purchased  an entire 6-pack:


Bauhaus BrewLabs Wonderstuff Neo Bohemian Pilsner. 5.4 % ABV. 48 IBU.

Appearance: clear, pale golden coloring, adequate ivory foam formation.

Aroma: florals and honey, soft and delicate, and utterly likable. Nice noble hop character. Citrus-y echoes lurk below.

Taste: Particularly pleasing, with a pronounced hoppiness. Clean, light-bodied, easy-drinking as pie. Or, easy-as-pie drinkin'. Whatever works. Simple, classic, well-done.

Satisfying beverage, excellently executed. What's the gobbledygook want to tell us? "Some ideas are simply ahead of their time. The stuff in this can, however, is right on schedule. We channelled a madman's spirit and wild ingenuity into this unique version of a classic. Wonderstuff delivers the clean, balanced flavors you'd expect from a Pilsner with a powerful, citric hop twist. Truly the stuff of wonder, this beer will change the way you think about lagers."

Once more, I find myself hating their gobbledygook. No matter, I'll ignore it and enjoy the remains of the glass, as well the other 5 cans in the fridge.

Minneapolis Town Hall Brewery Tripel Vison

A few years ago, a question was posed on the boards of the Beer Advocate.com website that caught my attention. "How many beers from a single brewery have you had?" the user asked. Some answers came out, like so: "24 from Victory for me." "I've got 36 from Three Floyds." "I'd say about 40 from Dogfish Head." So, I did some adding, strictly going by the reviews that I'd posted on that site, and came up with my numbers. "205 from Town Hall for me." That's it, thread over.

That was a few years ago, so the number has to be, oh, 240 by now. I've been trying out the beers and writing about them for almost 13 years now. Sometimes an old one comes back, and none of the staff had ever heard about it. Like the Belgian-style tripel, Tripel Vision. I saw a beer with that name had been released and check out my reviews. Looks like I added it to the BA database back in September of 2004. Here are those notes from then: 7.6% ABV.

Wearing a coat of hazy, deep orange, proudly behatted by a fine layer of foam, Tripel Vision looks the part, and is off to a good start.

Aroma starts funky and tart, heavy citrus, thick orange and lemon, with cloves and coriander, and other spices entering the mix. Candy sugar peeps up a bit, giving this complex nose another twist, and further fruits add another voice, peach and apricot have their say. Very well-rounded, sweet, and satisfying.

To taste, though, that's the true reckoning...Full flavor, right from the start, fruit and sweetness show their colors, and flood the palate. Very delightful fandango on the tongue, with a good, full body, lush, tasty character. Weighs a bit on the palate, but that's a fine thing in a brew like this, it hangs down enough to force one into contemplation, and in this hurly-burly world, that's a damned necessity. The imbiber succombs to a situation of slow coinsideration and rumination. "What is this beer doing to me?" he asks. "Come to think of it, what is life doing to me? I'll take the beer, please, for life is good, when the beer is, too...enjoy these moments, they are far too rare."

Things like that...yeasty, strong, and sophisticated and subtle in it's sweetness, this is a unique stab at a tripel, different from many I've had, but superior to others, as well. Just a well-crafted ale, and I'm so glad I don't have to join a cloister to enjoy it. I like being alone with my thoughts, but not that alone!

Minneapolis Town Hall Brewery Equinox IPA

Minneapolis Town Hall Equinox IPA. It's an IPA made with Equinox hops. That's not what you'd call a hot hop, it's been around too long for that. "Hot hops" have to be less than a year old, otherwise….not as hot.

6.8% ABV. Other information is currently unobtainable. Nothing on the website, all I found was gleaned off of BA and RB. And that's it.

Appearance: clearish, bright golden amber hue, slim white head.

Aroma: Essence of tropical and citrus fruits lead the way: pineapple, lemon, a bit of banana. More sweet than bitter. Orange and tangerine come creeping through. I'm loving it.

Taste: Bitterness starts it off, bouncing all over the palate. Then comes the sweet. Terrific balance. Malt is on the light side, crisp and delicate. Cracker-y. Hops are truly going to town on this one, lasting long throughout the drink. Loong lasting.

This is a tasty one. I got to tell you, as much as I love Masala Mama from Town Hal, I find myself gravitating to their other IPAs and APAs when the chance arrives. Variety being the spice of life and all.

Sisyphus Brett IPA

Sisyphus Brett IPA.

Looky here, another crowler! 6.3% aBV. 62 IBU.

Appearance: opaque, amber-hued, boasting al long-lasting, pure ivory head.

Aroma: smatterings of citrus and pine, with tropical notes, too, topped off with the heady whiff of Belgian yeast funk-ification. Tart, sour, and twisted. Vinegar and honey, with a healthy helping of fruit.

Taste: The funk comes first, followed quick by bitter hops. It's got the Belgian twist, mixed with the right amount of hoppitude. Medium-bodied, long bittersweet/fruity finish. Delicious.

I'll repeat: Deee-lish-us. This is right up my alley. Yup, take a turn onto good ol' Al's Alley, and you'll find this there. Go there and get you some. While it lasts.

Wait! Hold it! I gave you misleading directions. Go to Sisyphus and get some. That'd be easier to find that Al's Alley.