A beer trophy, safe at home

HopsWe’re finishing up a few quick days back at home in New Mexico, dealing with the sort of chores that come up after eight months away, heading out this morning with an eye toward catching Mardi Gras parades in New Orleans before the real craziness begins.

We breathed a sigh of relief when we took some items out of the back of the RV, such as a paper mache plague mask Daria has been taking care of since Venice (yes, it would be perfectly appropriate in NOLA, but it’s not going) and this flip-top bottle. The story:

We’re headed from Nuremberg to Frankfurt on the day before we are to fly home. We’ve decided to revisit Rothenberg, where we spent the first night 15 weeks before. Along the way we pass by Bad Windsheim and decide to drive by the brewery (it’s still pretty early on a Sunday morning).

We see a sign for a “floh markt” and start following the arrows. We’re just window shopping because our bags are full and carrying anything else on would be impossible. Of course we could see something small . . . but it appears there’s nothing at a price we’d want to pay. Not until about the last table we could stop at.

Here’s a lovely flip-top bottle with a hop mural decorating it. I’m confident it will be too expensive to tempt me. I ask. Seven euros. Daria thinks she heard seventy, which seems a little high but almost makes more sense than seven. “Sieben?” I ask. The woman nods. A dilemma. How could I possibly get this home?

The woman apparently thinks I’ve paused as a negotiating tactic. “Sechs,” she says. I guess that closed the deal.

I ended up making room for it in my backpack. What the customs official in Frankfurt had to say when it went through the scanner is another story.

 

Session #25 announced: Lager Love

The SessionThe Beer Nut has posted the topic for Session #25: Lager Love.

So for this Session, let’s get back to basics. I’m sure I’m not the only one whose early drinking career featured pale lager in abundance, so consider this a return to our roots as beer drinkers. Don’t even think about cheating the system: leave your doppelbocks and schwarzbiers out of this one: I want pilsners, light lagers, helleses and those ones that just say “beer” because, well, what else would it be?

A lively discussion has already broken out in comments about the announcement, causing me to seek a bit of clarification. I have no urge to return to my roots if we’re talking the insipid lagers available when I first met “quarter pitcher night.”

Or even, for instance, Warsteiner. (I used a wonderful quote from Josef Schneider of the Josef Schneider brewery in Essing, Germany, about Warsteiner in a story I wrote for All About Beer magazine. I will pass it along once the article is in print.)

So I asked about Czech pale lagers (you might call them pilsners, but the Czechs don’t unless they are from Pilsen) and received approval, for a simple reason, because they are “taken-for-granted, this-is-what-beer-means-here.”

I don’t even know if I’ll be able to post for the March 6 Session (I think we’ll be in Virginia; almost close enough to Philadelphia to consider checking out what looks like an insane Philly Beer Week ) and I certainly don’t know what I’ll be writing about. But when that roundup is posted I’m sure I will be clicking on every single link.

 

Session #24: A tripel to Twitter for

The SessionThis is my contribution to The Session, today celebrating two years of beer bloggers (and now Twitter users) writing about the same topic on the first Friday of the month. Visit Musings Over a Pint for the roundup. To follow it “live” on Twitter head to that site and search for #thesession.

Today the theme for Session #24 is “A Tripel for Two.” Host Dave Turley asks that we pick a Belgian-style tripel to review, and to tell “us why it’s your pick to share with that special someone.” After all, Valentine’s Day is only eight days out, although I don’t expect it to be a beery day. We have reservations at Cochon in New Orleans and I’ll be surprised if their beer menu equals their wine list.

But a good tripel, or what I’d call a good tripel, matches such a range of dishes it works well at almost any table. Of course I like my tripels sneaky bold, without the obvious alcohol or lingering sweetness that some prefer, with spicy yeast character usually accented by noble hops. Earthy and dry at the finish.

Captain Lawrence Xtra Gold, for example even though it blatantly breaks the noble hop rule. I don’t have a glass of it in front of me, so my drinking notes are from the fall of 2007, when I wrote about the beer for All About Beer magazine’s Beer Talk.

Here’s some of what I wrote for AABM:

Were there orange or mango groves in the flatlands east of Antwerp you sense this is the beer the monks of Westmalle might have come up with. Appropriately sub-titled an “American Tripel.” Citrus aromas and flavors from Northwest hops blend seamlessly with juicy orchard fruits and a bit of candy sweetness. Bready and yeasty on the palate, standing nicely against substantial alcohol. Hop flavor throughout, though in no sense bitter, tart and dry at the finish.

That’s more than 140 characters, so I guess I have to work on the Twitter version.