These two words either mean something to you or they don’t.
Cask Fred.
Are you smiling or are you looking a little perplexed?
Hair of the Dog will be pouring cask-conditioned Fred on Saturday for FredFest, a Portland, Oregon, mini-festival of sorts that marks the 81st birthday of groundbreaking beer writer Fred Eckhardt.
Hair of the Dog is the host. The entire lineup looks great, but you really only need to known one thing.
Cask Fred.
I bought a case of ill-fated Freds last fall that suffered apparently from bad capping but which, through the blessing of upsidedown shipping and other means, had the yeast seal up what mechanical capping engineering could not. I have nine left, I think, and having had one last Saturday watching the Red Sox did indeed smile when I read “cask Fred”. I’d risk the cross-continent shipping again. Wonderful stuff.
Oh lord, I’m a savant.
How is Fred anyway, have you spoken with him lately? I had a great afternoon talking beer with him some years ago at one of the last Chicago Real Ale Fests.
FredFest 2007 was as fantastic as you could imagine, and then a little. One of those days where you shake your head and mutter, “I love Portland. I love Oregon.”