With a thirst for a beer and a band, Wonderful Beer Wife and I trekked to Des Moines last night to catch one of our favorite bands, Old Crow Medicine Show, at the beautiful Hoyt Sherman Place.
There were errands involved, because sometimes a guy needs yeast and potassium metabisulfite. But we mostly headed straight for Court Avenue Brewing Company, a brewpub I feel like we’ve neglected. We tried their Memoriale (saison), Black Hawk Stout, Bon Pere (their Brewer’s Reserve biere de garde) and Sophie’s Mild on cask.
They were all good, though the saison was a bit pithy. The Bon Pere was a treat, but to be honest, I was really grooving on the mild. I could have weathered gallons of that stuff. If I could clone that, it would be my new summer beer (also good in autumn). Good is good anytime, but that was a quaffer.
And then, Old Crow. They kicked ass. Willie Watson is a scrawny, pickin’ monster, and as I watched him vibrate and erupt and manhandle and blaze, I wondered why it is that Mick Jagger’s so reserved and boring to watch.