Well, what with the impending return of warmer weather, and, dare I say it, an increased ability to socially comingle with actual people in actual drinking situations, it seems like a proper time to start to loosen up and get into midseason form. A spring training, if you will.
Oh, wait. I drank beer all winter. I’m already stretched out like a marathon runner here!
Still, my ambitions are larger than just “drink beer in 2021.” Though that in and of itself is a lofty goal.
My goal for 2021 is to write more. I try new beers all the time — whether it be at my favorite local watering holes or in my weekly selections from the local food jobber. I take photos of them all the time, too — and if you follow our delightfully irreverent (that’s the word, right? not irrelevant?) Instagram account you’d see that as well. So, all that’s left is to put my sorry ass thoughts to words and paper and share them with the world. I have a gift and it’d be abuse to not share it with you!
Take, for example, this beer right here. Now, don’t literally take it. It’s an image on a device of some kind. (Dumbass.)
I had this beer last weekend after a morning five mile run with my local run club, where we start and ended our run at Now and Later.
A morning beer! A breakfast beer! Which of course, really, just means “a beer that is consumed at breakfast time.”
This beer was a real liver stomper from Evil Twin Brewing, based out of beloved Queens, NY. I enjoyed it fully. Described officially as an “imperial stout brewed with coffee and with almond and vanilla added,” at least ITBMCBB*, I found it dark and rich with a predominantly coffee taste but noticeable amounts of those flavors. Even for a palatine Phillistine like myself, I could discern the variances. Paired nicely with breakfast pizza from the local gas station (don’t judge me. DON’T.). And at 11.3% ABV it held a wallop.
I slugged this down and then did my weekly grocery shopping, wishing for much of that errand that I could just lie down on the floor of Wegmans and summon groceries into my cart using the persuasive power of coffee beer buzz and positive mindedness. But alas and alack.
Nonetheless, recommended! And perhaps, also, the beauty of bellying up to the bar and beholding a wonderous sight as this:
I get all verklempt just looking at it, to tell you the truth.
Speaking of Queens, NY, stay tuned for updates about a potential podcast discussing all things beer and Mets baseball related! Starring your favorite non-botty Barley Prose contributors.