As many of our fellow brew loving sites are noting, today is “Brew Years Day”. On this day in 1933 it became legal once again to manufacture, transport, sell and consume beer that was no more than 3.2% alcohol.

There are a couple of misconceptions about today, however.

“Brew Years Day” does not mark the day in which the 18th Amendment (aka the Volstead Act) was partially repealed.

Congress voted to repeal the act by affirming the 21st Amendment on February 20, 1933, but 2/3rds of the state legislatures had to ratify it before it could take effect.

In anticipation of the ratification (only a few states were unlikely not to ratify), Congress actually Amended the Volstead Act with the Cullen-Harrison bill to exclude beer that was 3.2% alcohol or less by weight (essentially declaring that 3.2 beer was not an “intoxicating” beverage). Beers with higher ABWs were still prohibited.

The 21st Amendment was ratified on December 5th, 1993 and repealed the Volstead Act.

Interestingly, the 36th state to ratify the amendment and give it the 2/3rds approval needed to become official was Utah. So make sure that you raise a glass and toast the Beehive State today.

– Cheers!

When we were kids our lunch bags invariably included one of those little red boxes of Sunmaid raisins. I really didn’t like raisins to begin with, so as you might guess, by the 6th grade I hated raisins. Loathed them. Couldn’t stand them.

But being the clever individual I am, and hanging around with a fair number of other clever individuals, we always found things to do with our raisins. We crunched them into raisin wads and heaved them at each other like ugly snowballs. We stuffed them into drinking fountains like plumber’s putty. We stuck them in our nostrils and pretended to blow out boogers. We licked them and flicked them in the popular girls’ hair.

Oh, and we made kazoos out of the empty raisin boxes. (Try it, it works.)

Now jump forward about 30 years. I meet this brewer guy named Tomme Arthur, and guess what? He sticks raisins in all kinds of stuff — even his beer.

You know what? It’s pretty good.

Actually, it’s really good. Sample a little of his Lost & Found or his new one, Judgment Day and you’ll know what I mean.

And while you’re uncorking a bottle, read the story on how those raisins got in his beer instead of the hair of that cute girl that sat next him in social studies class.

» The Lost Abbey (aka: is that a raisin in your beer?)

Look at the rainbow, and praise him who made it; it is exceedingly beautiful in its brightness.
It encircles the sky with its glorious arc; the hands of the Most High have stretched it out.
- Ecclesiasticus (ch. XLIII, v. 11-12)

Proof that God created rainbows so we could find beer more easily.
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We’re pretty lucky here in San Diego. Not only do we have perfect weather, the best beaches, mountains, and lots and lots to do, but we’ve also got more great craft breweries and brew pubs than you can shake a stick at.

Quite literally, in a 12 mile stretch of highway here in North County San Diego you can visit more breweries and drink more award winning beers than you’ll find in some states. (Yes, I am bragging.) As evidence, here’s how we spent last weekend — never traveling more than 15 miles.

Friday
Last Friday afternoon we set off for our first visit to Green Flash Brewing. Even though we’re only a few miles away, and Beer Buddy (BB) really enjoyed their West Coast IPA and Extra Pale Ale, we’d never actually wandered in to sample the full line of their wares. (So much beer, so little time.)

Green Flash’s facility is modest. Tucked into the corner of an industrial park, you’d really never know it was there were it not for the signs directing you to the tasting area in the back. We walked past the brew tanks and heaped sacks of barley malt to a small table and series of taps along the wall where a dozen people or so stood sipping beer and chatting.

The young lady pouring the tasters, Kelly, turned out to have been a guest at Port Brewing when BB and I were running the tasting room, so we hit it off right away.

Never having been to Green Flash, we decided to taste the entire course of beers on tap, beginning with the lightest, the Extra Pale Ale, and ending with a special brew, Le Freak Belgian IPA, which is an IPA brewed with Belgian yeast, so you get both the floraly-hoppiness of an IPA and the sweet-fruity-bananay flavor of a Belgian.

I’m not much of one for the hoppy beers, but Beer Buddy assured me that the West Coast IPA and Imperial IPA were both outstanding, and the Le Freak a very interesting twist. I personally enjoyed the sweet maltiness of the Nut Brown Ale, and the caramel-like flavors in the Barleywine style ale. Both were quite tasty, and I’d gladly drink a pint or two with friends again.

Speaking of friends, Adam and Mary Jo turned up at Green Flash while we were there and we all decided to head on over to Churchill’s Pub & Grill for a bite to eat and to sample a few brews from their enormous tap and bottle list.

Like Green Flash, even though I pass Churchill’s on a regular basis, I’d never actually been in the place. It’s an English-style pub with a small dining area, a gaming room with pool table and dart boards, and a nice big bar with at least two dozen taps.

The four of us settled in to a table in the bar and reviewed an impressive bottle list that was as much an encyclopedia of world beers as anything. (Where do they store all this?)

BB and Adam started from the tap with Avery Brewing’s Maharaja IPA – a seriously hoppy Imperial IPA that I knew they’d love because I hated it. (That’s how I know if BB will like beer – if I can’t stand it, he’s going to love it.)

Being the porter and stout loving girl that I am, I picked a bottle of St Peter’s Cream Stout. A sweet English stout, it was truly creamy with definitely chocolate and vanilla flavors (almost like drinking ice cream!). The description said there was a note of smokiness as well, but I didn’t pick up that flavor. Of course, I’m into Rauchbiers, so unless they dumped a burning log or a side of bacon into the beer, I’m likely to discount smoky notes.

One other thing I really like about the St Peters was the bottle. A green glass, oval bottle, with a corkable top, it was a real standout that’ll look great with a candle in it or in some other decorative setting. (I know, but I’m a chick. I judge football teams by how cute their uniforms are, so I’m allowed to include decorating tips with my beer reviews.)

We all ordered fish and chips for dinner (it is an English pub), the boys stuck with the Maharaja and I moved on to Young’s Double Chocolate Stout – an excellent pub beer if I do say so myself.

The evening wound down and we all decided to adjourn at Port Brewing tomorrow (where Beer Buddy and I were helping Tomme run the tasting room).

Saturday
We rolled up to Port Brewing around noon on Saturday with BB’s 44 gallon drum BBQ and plenty of charcoal secured in the bed of the truck and plans on throwing some meat on the grill after hours. It was a pretty busy Saturday in the tasting room with lots of regulars and plenty of new faces. (It helps that Stone Brewing’s place is basically a five minute trip away, so a lot of the visitors are either on their way to or from there.)

One of the couples to drop by was Mike, a brewer from Boulevard Brewing Co. in Kansas City, MO, and his wife Michelle, who were out here on a sort of mini-vacation/1st anniversary trip tacked on to a conference Michelle was attending in Palm Springs (which is only 70 miles or so from here).

Tomme gave Mike a tour of the brewery and barreling operation and they talked shop for quite some time. Michelle was a real delight. We chatted at the bar for a while and had a great time. Mike and Tomme returned from the tour and Tomme dug into his secret stash of beers and came up with a bottle of his absolutely delicious Cuvée de Tommé. (Good luck on finding it – to the best of my knowledge it’s never made it into distribution.) We sipped and talked and Tomme eventually returned to his work while Mike and Michelle hung at the bar, sampling the various Lost Abbey beers and chatting with fellow visitors.

Amusing sidenote: Seems that Mike & Michelle have a hard time remembering each other’s names after extended periods of “sampling”, so they just call each other “Monkey”. If I’m ever in Kansas City, I plan on dropping into Boulevard and asking to see the “Monkey Brewer”.

A little later in the afternoon, David Myers, owner of Red Stone Meadery in Boulder, CO came in with a few bottles of his Black Raspberry Nectar and Tomme and he engaged in a little black magij called “blending”. Eventually they came up witha 3-way blend of Dave’s Mead and Tomme’s beers that was both a tasty and extremely complex mélange of flavors. I believe they’re planning on doing a special release of it sometime in the future. More info when I have it.

Adam and Mary Jo (our friends from last night) eventually showed up and struck up a conversation with Mike and Michelle that resulted in Adam and “the monkeys” slipping out to visit Green Flash, which is about 10 minutes away. (I told you there are a lot of good breweries very close together here.)
The three of them returned as things were winding down in the tasting room. BB fired up the barbeque in the back of the truck (too much hassle to unload it) and we all dined on BB’s grilled garlic-lime chicken, black beans and tortillas, washed down with liberal amounts of Port brews.

The evening ended with a sampling of Elijah Craig 18 year old single barrel bourbon. (Not as good as the Evan Willams we’d tasted a couple weeks before, but a fine whiskey nonetheless.)

Sunday
Sunday I slept in while BB did some work in his greenhouse and around the North Gate to the citrus groves on our property.

Later in the afternoon BB pulled out a growler of the Green Flash West Coast IPA that Adam had secured for him Saturday, while I popped open a bottle of Stone Smoked Porter (one of my all-time favorites). Then we relaxed on the deck taking in the warm San Diego sunshine and recounting the great time we’d had the past two days.

How lucky we are to be where we are. Can’t wait for next weekend! (Wait – It’s already here… w00t!)

Cheers!

I don’t know how widely distributed ReaperAle’s beers are, so it may be that a lot of you have never had the opportunity to try some truly kick-ass ales. (And by “kick-ass” I mean “club you like a baby seal and leave you for dead.”)

Unfortunately, if you haven’t been able to sample these tasty brews, you may never get the opportunity, as ReaperAle is now on a “brewing hiatus“.

You see, Reaper’s goods were contract brewed for them by Green Flash Brewing (see Molly’s weekend round-up for more about them). But because Green Flash is going gang-busters, they just don’t have the capacity to keep brewing Reaper’s as well. So Reaper is out looking for new digs (and an investor or two), meaning what Reaper product is already out there is going to be the last for a while (a short while, I hope).

From the statement on ReaperAle’s website:

We regret that there will be an outage of product, but we feel these steps are necessary for ReaperAle to continue long term. At its height ReaperAle was distributed in 8 states, with 4 additional states waiting to sign up. We received regular inquiries from military bases, movie studios, broadcast radio, and numerous social and charitable establishments wishing to obtain our beer. Because we could not guarantee availability our commitments and options became limited. Having our own facility will give us needed control over our product and our business so that we may finally realize our full potential. Thank you for your understanding and support during this transitional time.

Sure enough, the supply of ReaperAle’s goods, including my favs — Deathly Pale Ale, Sleighor and Ritual — has slowly dwindled and disappeared from the shelves of my local retailers.

Lucky for me, however, the lovely Beer Molly was rifling through the back of a cooler in one of our better stocked adult beverage outlets (they let her do that if her skirt is short enough) and came up with a couple of bottles of Ritual; one of which I am enjoying at this moment.

Hopefully the Brewing Duo (Erik Taylor & Todd Kendrick) at ReaperAle will land somewhere quickly and get back to brewing what I think are some of the best big, bold, ballsy beers out there right now.

In the meantime, let’s all lift our glasses and offer a toast to ReaperAle. (And don’t forget to spill a little for the gods &mdahs; it’s good luck.)

» Read the full ReaperAle Hiatus Statement

» Visit the ReaperAle Website (warning: Spooky Flash site)

These stories tend to get around the interweb pretty quickly, so you may have heard about this one. But in case you haven’t, here goes:

Last Saturday a bunch of my friends were tossing back a few pints their favorite pub here in San Diego. It was getting late, so everybody agreed it was time to go home.

As everybody left and said their goodnights in the parking lot, it was pretty obvious that one in the group was having a little harder time than the rest. After everyone else had driven off he was still wandering through the parking lot, weaving left and right until he finally stopped at a car he recognized as his.

He leaned unsteadily up against the car and dug in his pocket for his keys, finally pulling them out and stabbing at the car door a couple of times before he got the key in the lock and the door open.

Unfortunately for my friend, there was a police officer parked at the other end of the lot who was observing the whole episode. The cop sat in his car and watched my friend’s headlights, brake lights, and reverse lights all go on an off a number of times before the car slowly backed out of its space.

The moment my friend’s car turned on to the street, the cop flipped on his lights and siren and pulled my friend over.

The copped walked up to the car and said to my buddy, “Sir, how much have you had to drink tonight?”

My friend looked at the cop slowly and said, “uh, nothing really. Just a couple of Cokes.”

“Really?” The cop said. “You know I watched you leave that bar and you seemed to have quite a bit of trouble getting to your car.”

“Really, I’ve just had a couple of Cokes,” my friend said as earnestly as he could.

The cop looked a little irritated and said, “Sir, I’m going to give you one more chance to answer my question, or I’m going to arrest you right here. How many drinks have you had tonight?”

And my friend said, “Look officer, I’m telling you the truth. I’ve only had a couple of Cokes. Tonight was my night to be the designated decoy.”

(Sound of rimshot)

Cheers!

— I heard that one from Tomme Arthur

Tonight I’m drinking a tasty cream porter.

I’ll let you know what I think tomorrow after I finish the six pack.

Please drink responsibly. And if you must drink while you’re out, use a designated decoy.