Dude, Dude, Dude!!!
DUDE!!! Come here.
I just opened a Superfan from Odd13 Brewing. It's a Heady Topper Clone. It's not Heady Topper, but the can is still smellalicious. Go ahead, take a sniff. Yep. That's the ticket. This beer smells like a Charity Beer-League Ice Hockey Tournament in Vermont. Just trust me. It does. Don't swim in the lake, though. The locals do, but they have built up an immunity to the weird maple pollution. I would like to hear what @pppantalones has to say about this beer. Because I love it so much, I bet he hates it. I'm sure we'll find out eventually. The website is cool, although I am sorry these notes are all caps. #capslock #wookie?
HE CONTROLS MASS AND DENSITY, PRIMARILY OF LIQUIDS. HE USES THAT POWER TO TO ENSURE PERFECT FERMENTATIONS OF BEERS. THAT'S NOT EXACTLY WHAT HIS CREATORS HAD IN MIND WHEN THEY REMADE HIM, BUT THEY CAN NO LONGER CONTROL HIM. BECAUSE OF THE REMAKING PROCESS, HE NO LONGER KNOWS HIS NAME. HE JUST KNOWS THE CODENAME THEY GAVE HIM: SUPERFAN.
Flying Fish is a brewery in NJ. They're pretty amazing. They make a Double IPA (Exit 16) that is probably one of the most underrated/overlooked beers of all time. A short story: In 2012, I was a genius. Flying Fish was coming out with a hoppy red ale, and they tried to name it Scarlet Fever. Apparently, you can't name beers after diseases. So they ran a contest to name the beer. So next time you pick up a Red Fish, remember that it should probably be called Scarlet Furver, and send me a gift card for 100 scrilla. Anyway, I sent a couple Flying Fish beers out to the Mountain Time Zone. This is what happened...
Flying Fish - Exit 9An underestimated red, especially if compared to a nugget nectar at a distance, but this bitch takes a back seat to no one. Nor should it. Jerseys finest no longer just means tire fires by the AC Expressway, that dumb pancake place at the shore or wild wildwood nights. It means the hoagiefest at the wawa and exit fucking 9.
Yes, I know that's not a pancake place, but the JYD is the only shore food I've ever had in the morning, so it get's a shout out.
Flying Fish - Exit 16.When I think of exit 16, I think of exit 16w, home of the New Jersey Devils. And when I think of the Devils I think of that Seinfeld when Puddy paints his face. Then I think of Puddy and his 8 ball jacket and the episode where he breaks up with Elaine on aplane. Not necessarily the best intro for a IIPA but then I don't write cbe newsletters for a living [editors note, no fucking kidding] so bite me. Exit 16 has a strong bite though and when it's your fourth of the night, most subtleties are lost in me. I think thats how I won the wife over.
Since I had my first Station 26, like two or three weeks ago, I've been dying to open this one. I knew I wasn't going to be disappointed, but I also knew it was going to be an evening ender. Station 26 may be my favorite brewery ever. This one's a malt forward sticky sweet treat. Like boozy pastries. Also, I feel like I'm drinking a beer that no one else has ever had before. And I'm having trouble believing it. Not enough reviews on Ba to have a rating, less than 200 individual check-ins on Untappd, and there's only like six pictures of the actual beer... ever... I guess I'm saying I feel special, and don't mind saying that this is one of the best beers that I've ever had, since no one else is going to be able to prove that statement incorrect.
I also sent these...
Dogfish Head Pennsylvania TuxedoThe wife takes a sip and says 'it taste like a pine tree'. I said 'no shit it's brewed with half the spruce trees that line the northeast extension'. She said 'you talk to me like that?' I said 'no baby it ain't like that'. She said... oh hell neither of us said this stuff. But she did say it was 'super dank and resinous.' Then I said ' like pulling a tube from a double bubble graphix with smoky iridescent glass and month old water?' Then she said... Well we didn't say this either, but bottom line, it's super sprucy and packed a subtle high ABV punch. Worth the effort. I'd drink it again without mental reservation or purpose of evasion, so help me god.
I would have ended this newsletter there, but there is also this...
YardsTavern SpruceDid you not read my review of 'Pennsylvania tuxedo'.
I have two more Crooked Stave beers. In all honesty, I don't know when I'm going to sit down and write about them. I may not. I've already gushed about how awesome that brewery is, and I don't think putting links to Google Images is going to drive that point home any further. So, let's just say that this was a success. And that @pppantalones is the winner when it comes to selections, and that we will have to do this again in the 2nd quarter of 2016. That way, I can write more newsletters with highlights like this...
Dogfish Head Higher MathWow. In both a good and bad way. And I really mean wow. It's quintessential DFH. Golden ale without a doubt. No doubt no doubt no doubt. Really strong chocolate, rare for a non-stout/porter. Super chocolatey even. Cherry? Oh Hell Yes. Super cherry? Like a 75' Camaro. Like the scene in Boomarang where the chick teabags the maraschinos. But holy hell, 17% alcohol? They say too much is never enough but this pushes the axiom to its absolute limits. It's the ultimate DFH in every sense.There you go.
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