July 10, 2011
I wasn’t surprised that the barbecue was top-notch at Fiorella’s Jack Stack Barbecue when we stopped by for dinner in a relatively unplanned trip to Kansas City this weekend. I’d heard good things about it and we were not disappointed. The service and food were both great at the Martin City location we hit for a little chow.
What surprised me was the waitress’s response to the, “What do you have for beer?” I tossed her as we sat down on the patio to await a table.
What she said:
“We have Boulevard Wheat, Boulevard Dry Stout, Boulevard Pale Ale, Boulevard _______ .”
(fill in a coupla blanks–I forget what all she said. And then, as if an afterthought:
“And we have Bud, Bud Light and _________.”
All too often the wait-staff lists the beers with the craft beer relegated to the role of “afterthought.” So I was impressed that this joint had its priorities straight–showcasing solid, local beers alongside its tasty victuals. I went for the stout, which was primo. From Boulevard, it seems to me, their Bully! Porter gets all the attention, but if I have a choice of the two, I go for the Dry Stout any day of the week. It’s solid–and great with the ‘cue.
Cheers, Jack Stack! I’m a fan.
July 1, 2011
Michelle refused to eat this one, but boy did it bring back memories of my youth.
A simple, two ingredient affair, Beanie Weanies is a Midwestern classic, and one of two or three dishes that my mom cycled through our dinner table on a regular basis when I was a kid. It’s a bit slick and fatty feeling in the mouth, so I paired it with something to scrape the palate clean while bringing in malt and hop booms with an alcohol kick.
A bottle of Boundary Bay‘s Old Bounder Barley Wine, a gift from BB assistant brewer Anthony Stone and delivered to me by his kind mother-in-law, who lives in my midst. Yes, the beer world is small, and I am very thankful for both Anthony and Mrs. Ekdahl.
The barley wine absolutely did the trick, cutting through the fat and oddly complimenting this “dish,” while adding the hop bang so lacking in both beans and hot dogs.
Dead serious. Give it a try…
June 27, 2011
Making college noodles dreamy
So this one starts with a collegiate classic: your basic bowl of Ramen noodles. But before I add beer, I kick it up a notch with one of the only condiments that matters: Sriracha Hot Sauce. It makes everything kick a new brand of ass. Toss some on your 10-cent noodles next time and see if you don’t agree.
Then, add an IPA. I’m tossing back a Single-Wide IPA from Boulevard Brewing Company in Kansas City. Highly recommended, with or without Ramen noodles.
Groovy hot-spank/hop spank combo that I find lovely.
Man, I wish I could do college all over again…
June 23, 2011
I prolly won’t be drinking sloe gin fizzes, but come August (19-21), I’m heading to Portland for the Second Annual Beer Bloggers Conference.
Due to the popularity of my little side project (did I mention I’ve signed a book deal and we’re shooting for a late October release?), I’ve been asked to speak this year on kicking up creativity a notch or two. This invite is more than a little humbling, as King of Amazingness Beer Legend Fred Eckhardt is also on the bill.
The conference was informational and a lot of fun last year in Boulder, and I’m glad to be going back. I’ve been–live in–brewvana, but I’ve never been to beervana, so I’m very much looking forward to the trip, the beer sippings and whatever else may go down.
Portland, of course, brings to mind Jack White and Loretta Lynn, so I thought I’d share this video to get you in the mood:
I’m flying out a couple of days early to check out Brother Matt and miscellaneous other good stuff. Stay tuned…
Cheers, all! Hope to see you there!
June 10, 2011
Tom and I headed to Extreme Images by Ashley today.
I needed an “author photo” for this book situation. In an effort to document the entire monk project, his job was to capture the behind-the-scenes, special features stuff. So the 12-year-old, budding Spielberg shot stills of the photo shoot for posterity. The flash was turned off on my camera phone, which is what he was using, so they’re all a bit blurry, but fun nonetheless.
However, I couldn’t help but notice that in the shot above, Ashley’s bum was in perfectly good focus, while I was a bit blurry. Surely, that’s a coincidence.
A few more, below…
What's wrong with this picture?
Yes, I still drink doppelbock.
June 2, 2011
A long overdue 3-word beer review, I sat down with a bottle of Odell’s Friek this week. In short, here’s what I got from the cool-labeled, cherry-and-raspberry, oak-aged lambic:
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I shoved that frieking beer into that goblet, but as you can see, it is flatter than a pancake. It’s my only complaint for this yummy beer and the only Odellian misstep I’ve encountered. Effing great brewery. Though this beer is flat, it doesn’t fall flat. I enjoyed it nonetheless.