Okay, I lied. Here it is Monday and I have a few links for you before heading off to find some music, finishing with Piano Night here in New Orleans (lineup at the end). One reason for the unplanned post is that Ding has assembled the roundup for The Session #146. The other is these first two, because in another two weeks these so-called styles may already be resting beside Brut IPA.

Savoury IPA. In all fairness, Matt Curtis acknowledges that things did not go well for Brut IPA, and he questions the need for Cold IPA. In supporting the idea of using MSG in a beer, he writes, “Perhaps savoury isn’t the right word here. There are other, better, words I would use to describe this beer such as ‘bright’, ‘luminous’, or perhaps my favourite of all ‘resonant’. But ‘Resonant IPA’ doesn’t sound like a style that will trend well amongst the LinkedIn marketing set. Savoury though, that’s tangible and, most importantly, communicable.”

Northern IPA. Apparently Northern IPA was a subject of discussion on Bluesky and at Facebook while I was busy listening to music. Jeff Alworth found it a “real balm to the soul in these trying times. Beer, the liquid itself and the drinking of it, should be fun. Silly, even.”

RANDOM OBSERVATION NO. 1

“I’ve drunk good and bad cask beer from both independent and multinational breweries. I’ve also worked at small and large breweries. The multinationals are undoubtedly evil but then again some of the biggest cunts most awful people I’ve ever met have been running small breweries. Let us remain true to the core beliefs of our faith and venerate all beer that is pleasing to god.”

From Ed Wray in Why should I care if a brewery is independent?

RANDOM OBSERVATION NO. 2

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It might seem like a stretch to focus on links only to pleasure, but it beats reading the news. So other than a great lede (two in a row from Pellicle) and a quote, relax and forget everything else for a few links.

QUOTE OF THE WEEK

“Yeast is by far the most important ingredient in bitter. It’s what makes someone a fan of JW Lees, but not so much of Holts, or a fan of Holts but not so much Harvey’s. Whilst there’s wonderful variation in malt characteristics and hop profiles, the yeast sets out in some cases the majority of the flavour profile, and certainly becomes a significant point of differentiation.”

                    — Paul Jones, Cloudwater Brewing
From The Evolution of Cask Bitter with a link to Cask Bitter, Refreshed for the 21st Century

LEAD OF THE WEEK

I have a simple, beautiful dream for my dotage. It entails being able to walk from my home to a brown pub that sells brown beer. I sit on a stool at the bar. Behind it, a much younger person smiles, says hello and asks how I am. They know my name.

I’ll be happy to be alive, to have my existence acknowledged, and for the froth from an exceptional ale to gather on my ’tache like the incoming tide on a tranquil beach.

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And now this . . .

QUOTE OF THE WEEK

“I’d say the big three things are: Keep the staff, as long as they’re good people and they’ve been there that long—they probably really love the bar and that’s the hardest thing to get staff members to do. Everybody that works for us [at Blue Lagoon] worked for the bar beforehand, we didn’t lose anybody. Be price sensitive—if you’re gonna take over a bar like this and you know you’re gonna bring new people in, use that money to keep the prices lower for the people who have been there for so long. And really try and focus on the origins of the bar and make the bar feel like it’s from that period.”

                    — Bobby Heugel
From How to Save a Dive Bar — Without Ruining It (Heugel prefers the term neighborhood bar)

LEAD OF THE WEEK

In 1744, The Mermaid Inn was teeming with open secrets. Bands of rowdy, weather-beaten, sea-faring men would tumble in late at night, rest their pistols on the table, and wait for their tankards to be filled to the brim. Risk-averse regulars would swiftly filter out, wending their way home down cobbled streets while the notorious new arrivals settled in for the long haul.

There were no last orders for this lot—the Hawkhurst Gang was untouchable. They’d bent the town of Rye to their will through fear and force, becoming one of England’s most notorious ring of smugglers. Even if only a fraction of the stories about Arthur Gray and his butchers were true, that was enough to keep most people at arm’s length.

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