While I’m not telling anyone anything new here, I did want to at

least acknowledge that all our lives are now a bit brighter. This means that, on occasion, I can score 22s of
Dreadnaught and Behemoth locally, like I did last week at
Belmont Party Supply, or enjoy
Three Floyds on tap, like I did earlier this evening at the
Trolley Stop, where they had Broo Doo Harvest Ale, Arctic Panzer Wolf, Munster Fest, and Alpha King all on tap. Yes, I tried all of them. Man, that was nice. Welcome back,
Three Floyds.
Broo Doo reminded me of the
Fresh Hop beer I made last year with hops off the bike path (although, let’s be honest, their version is far superior)—complex and subtle hop character that is both fruity and slightly spicy with a delightful lingering

bright bitterness. It was also far better that the
“aged” bottle I inadvertently acquired. Alpha King was
Alpha King, which means it was stupendous, while Munster Fest was the best American Oktoberfest I’ve had thus far this year. And can anyone tell me the actual differences between Dreadnaught and Arctic Panzer Wolf? Both are super approachable; while Panzer is a bit lighter in the body (if I recall correctly), I’ve never had a chance to compare them side by side (since I already drank the Dreadnaught I got last week). Maybe someday...
And
Aaron, keep your damn spoon out of my beer.
(10/6/2007)
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