i can’t think of a worse idea for storing alcohol, except perhaps taking a scotch suppository and expecting to get it back out…
drinks
beer-bots, oh my!
AHH-MY LIVER MY LIVER, part deux
I’ve been silent for a good bit now; I’ve been in the midst of transitioning from employmentness to unemploymentness, traveling a bit and generally not spending nearly as much time on or near a computer.
A few comments about the places i’ve been–SF is a funky city, but I’m pretty convinced hipsters have completely over-run the place after I saw a guy in a torn killers t-shirt and a white belt with a manpurse and artfully crappy mullet get on the BART in South San Francisco, the Industrial City.
Providence, RI, is very much like the portland of the East Coast (at least the ‘hood i was in), and it’s a distinct possibility that Johnson & Wales cranks out good talent. I was visiting old college friends, and i haven’t been that drunk, or that hungover, in a long, long time. That said, I need to watch anchorman a few more times so i’ll get all those jokes, kids. Oh, and Narragansset beer is teh suxx0rs.
Oh, and if someone wants to hire me, send me an email and we’ll talk.
Booze crews # 4-Yamhill Brewing Company
Note: originally posted may 9th, 2006. see end of post for update.
The first impression of this place, which is in the center of Garlic Gulch @ SE 9th and Yamhill, was, um, weird. Parked directly in front of the door when I walked in was an obese, bored-looking palm reader.
The place is rough, the clientele surprisingly mixed (gender and age wise), and the bartender a slack-jawed hippie girl. Went with E, she said her grilled cheese was good. Beer is just not that good—their ‘bitter’ wasn’t what I’d hoped for (a low APV English style) and tasted strongly of sassafras, or anise or fennel. Their Amber was good, but nothing special and also tasted strongly of sassafras. It was also not particularly ‘amber’. I bumped into Adam (bartender @ the basement) after my first visit and he said their stout is like ‘pouring chocolate syrup down your throat.’ I gave it a shot on a later visit, and I guess I got a different batch, because it tasted like sassafras, and lacked any real stout character.
essentially, all of their beer has the same weird licorice-sassafras flavor that really didn’t agree with me or anyone I brought with me.
The building is rather large, with sizable piles of kegs in the brewing area, so they’re gearing up for pretty serious production—on par with, or perhaps beyond, Roots capacity-here’s hoping they figure out some better recipes first.
Update 10/14/06
YBC Closed with little fanfare, and the space is now for sale on craigslist
Thanks VJ!
AHH!! MY LIVER! MY LIVER
*title to be said at loud volume, in your best Beavis voice*
yesterday was International Talk Like a Pirate Day
I went to a Pirate bar–really more of a sports bar with a half-baked pirate theme–to celebrate. I go to this bar more often than I’d like to admit, for sporting events my paltry basic cable doesn’t cover or to watch my roommate eat ‘food’ while I watch. Like a car-wreck, this food is, so gristly and nasty i can’t look away, but i cringe as homeslice eats sysco-runny omlettes at 9 pm.
