Orval, Nova Scotia, spruce beer

I’d argue that Orval qualifies as a beer “from a place.”

I think this mysterious spruce beer that James Robertson wrote about in 1978 probably did as well. This is his entry for Orval from The Great American Beer Book (pages 223-224):

Brasserie D’Orval

ORVAL ABBEY’S ALE BIERE LUXE – dark orange foamy appearance, soapy-sweet malt aroma, intense resinous aromatic flavor that fills the senses, sharp and sweet. This reminds me of a highly alcoholic spruce beer, which is definitely an acquired taste. Years ago an Englishman named Charlie Grimes used to make this in the little French seaside village of River Bourgeoise in Nova Scotia. It was very popular and reputed to have once put the local parish priest back on his feet when he was near death from the flu. I like it, but as I said, it is very much an acquired taste. it is doubtful if Orval can be found outside of Belgium. This beer is made by the Trappist fathers and is considered to be one of Belgium’s classics.

That’s more than Michael Jackson wrote about Orval in 1977 in The World Guide to Beer: “In its skittle-shaped bottle, the distinctive and vigorously-hopped Orval beer is another of Belgium’s classics.”

It wasn’t much later that Merchant du Vin began importing Orval.

Session #78: Stop the elevator, I want to get off

The topic for The Session 78 is “Your Elevator Pitch for Beer.” This presents a problem for me: I’m an old dog and struggle with new tricks. You likely don’t care about that, so feel free to click on the arrow to start the 30 seconds of “elevator pitch” and then move on. The angst is optional.

The SessionYou already have this figured out, but this isn’t really a video or 30 seconds of multimedia content. However, while I would have been more comfortable with a 250-word post (the other option) I checked and it takes me a lot longer than 30 seconds to read 250 words out loud.

I like taking photos (and even occasionally attach them to tweets or post them to Instagram). And our daughter, Sierra, has patiently answered my questions about YouTube and channels. I’d want to better understand how the next generation will get information. But it seems I’m pretty much a 1,000 words kind of guy.

(As an aside, the last time I got on an elevator and somebody was holding a beer it was 5 o’clock in the morning at a National Homebrewers Conference. We didn’t talk. I was headed to the airport. He still wasn’t headed to bed.)

Anyway, making an elevator pitch implies a level of advocacy that doesn’t necessarily fit with the goals here. No doubt what I write in this space, and elsewhere, promotes the consumption of beer, but that’s not why I do it. I started this blog seven-plus years ago to explore when and how the where in a beer matters. There are still as many questions as answers. I’m going to keep asking.

Maybe I’ll eventually come up with a 30-second answer. It doesn’t seem likely. Even then, I promise, it will be safe to get on an elevator with me.

When beer worlds collide, or don’t

Beer menu at Gramophone in St. Louis

Really?

A bar manager at a gastropub begins a column in the Burlington Free Press with a story about sneaking in and out of a liquor store to buy a six-pack of Red Dog. I didn’t know that MillerCoors still made Red Dog, but then that’s not the point of “Remember when beer was fun?”

Instead Jeff Baker describes a place where I would have no interest in drinking.

There’s been a weird movement in the craft beer world that’s polarizing the beer scene: If you like craft beer then you must hate macro-beer. If you like macro-beer then you’re not one of us; you’re just a poser or at best an ignorant neophyte.

Is this really happening in Vermont? I don’t think Greg Noonan would approve. In fact, Baker doesn’t seem to be focusing on Vermont.

I see this blind us-against-them attitude expressed frequently online and mostly by the “fans” of craft beer. These Craft Beer Crusaders troll the forums of BeerAdvocate.com and Ratebeer.com, lambasting anything that isn’t craft, micro or nano.

The ramifications?

How did craft beer end up on this dead-end road to self-destruction? All this anger, all this negativity is going to destroy the movement and only serves to delegitimize the cause of brewing beer with flavor.

Again, really? This is not my beer world, although lord knows I am by almost any definition a beer geek. Saturday we paid $50 a ticket to attend the Midwest Belgian Beer Festival, one of the events that kicked off St. Louis Craft Beer Week. Granted, it costs about that much to park for two hours in New York City, but that price caused considerable discussion here in the Midwest. It turned out to be a deal.

More typical were the two evenings before. Friday we had dinner at 5 Star Burgers, which keeps about a half dozen beers from small St. Louis-area breweries on tap as well as selling wine and cocktails. The two young women (best guess later 20s or early 30s, although when you get to be as old as me guessing gets tougher) at the table next to us were both drinking beer.

Thursday we went to see Kermit Ruffins and the BBQ Swingers at the Gramophone. That’s part of the bottle beer list at the top of this post (draft list here). Waiting for Ruffins to go on Daria and I were both drinking 4 Hands Brewing’s Prussia when I noticed that the woman wearing a “Free Sean Payton” (did I mention Ruffins draws a NOLA friendly crowd?) was drinking Urban Chestnut Schnickelfritz from a bottle. The man she was with had a tall can of Busch, and the man they were talking to was holding a cocktail. Ruffins spent a good portion of the show with his trumpet in one had and a Bud Light bottle in the other.

Works for me. We can’t find beer we want to drink everywhere, but it’s dang close (you’d be surprised as the variety at Busch Stadium). So it seems fair to me that a Busch or a Red Dog drinker is entitled to the same.

How much is too much variety?

Musing, ala pigJoe Stange tackles the how many are too many breweries question in the latest issue of DRAFT magazine (July-August).

Yes, the topic has been talked to death (the Time and Denver Post – ‘Why can’t there be a brewery on every corner?’ – summaries will get you caught up if you’ve been in the south of France drinking wine the last few years). But Joe gives us more to think about.

. . . and variety—not quality—might be the real secret to craft beer’s recent success.

If that’s true does it mean the real question(s) might be is there such a such as too much variety? and if so, how much is too much?

My guess is “yes” and “we don’t know yet.”