The fact that it's 12 oz matters less when it's awesome. Unfortunately, this was not. Please forgive any poor spelling or grammar: I have been fucked-up sick since Wednesday, which has delayed my posting. Since the sick is apparently not going away, I may as well post while I can remember my drinkies.
As I have mentioned, one of my verrrrrrry favorite places to drink is Brouwer's in Fremont. It might actually be the best place in the entire city of Seattle, but you'd better not be looking for a mai tai: they serve wine, a bajillion beers (50+ tapped, innumerable bottled), whisk(e)y (50+ here too, including a house blend), and a small selection of wine for the unadventurous. An aside here: I do love wine, but you really shouldn't drink it anyplace that can't tell you how long it's been open. They also make a point of stocking lost of local beers, cooking with local incredients, and making what they can from scratch. House made venison sausage? I would kill you for it.
A friend and I had intended to check out Fremont Brewing, but alas, we didn't plan well: the urban beer garden is only open Thursday-Saturday, and we arrived on a Tuesday. A trip to Brouwer's was in order: it was happy hour and I was crazy hungry.
As I have mentioned, one of my verrrrrrry favorite places to drink is Brouwer's in Fremont. It might actually be the best place in the entire city of Seattle, but you'd better not be looking for a mai tai: they serve wine, a bajillion beers (50+ tapped, innumerable bottled), whisk(e)y (50+ here too, including a house blend), and a small selection of wine for the unadventurous. An aside here: I do love wine, but you really shouldn't drink it anyplace that can't tell you how long it's been open. They also make a point of stocking lost of local beers, cooking with local incredients, and making what they can from scratch. House made venison sausage? I would kill you for it.
A friend and I had intended to check out Fremont Brewing, but alas, we didn't plan well: the urban beer garden is only open Thursday-Saturday, and we arrived on a Tuesday. A trip to Brouwer's was in order: it was happy hour and I was crazy hungry.
Heaven... I'm in heaven....Brouwers should be famous for their small plates, honestly: we ordered the happy hour sausage of the day (house made, some spicy pork concoction), which came unbunned with whole grain mustard and a generous pile of crunchy sauerkraut. We also got Vern’s Warm Nuts (warm nuts, in my mouth… heh). They would have been lovely anyway, with a great balance of salt, sweet and spice, but these are hashed up with motherfucking bacon. SERIOUSLY. I am not on the “bacon in everything” train as a general rule, but this was ingenious.
Here’s what we drank:
Friendly M:
Fremont Brewing Interurban IPA (Seattle, WA)
I generally dislike the overhop and bitterness of IPAs, but this one was lovely and floral.
Some apple-cidery thing
Tasted like a fizzy Fuji apple. Friendly M is a girl about ciders.
Zoe:
Unfortunately, they were out of my first choice, Silver City’s Katy Saison cask
Flyers Daybreak Breakfast Stout (Oak Harbor, WA)
Like Nutella on burnt toast: nutty, deep, rich and chocolatey, with just a hint of coffee. Not too heavy, but with a mouthfeel like cupcakes.
Brasserie de Blaugies Darbyste Fig Saison (Belgium)
Taut, bland, easing into a soapy fruit flavor at the end: a really typical Belgian. Not particularly figgy. It had moments of huge fruit and a bright sour flavor, but I’m not sure why: I could not consistently recreate the experience.
Now, time to crawl my ass into bed, watch some History Channel and get my TheraFlu on. See you next week!
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