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January 11, 2016

Willoughby Brewing Company’s Peanut Butter Cup Coffee Porter, 5.5% ABV

This stuff is an amazing holiday brew.  It’ll make you think you were a little kid again sneaking downstairs Christmas Eve to grab a late-night snack of chocolate and peanut butter cups out of your stocking hanging over the fireplace.  It made you feel awesome because you were totally guilty for doing it, and the real challenge would be keeping a straight face the next morning when your parents found all the candy wrappers (seriously, am I the only one who did that?!)  Peanut Butter Cup Coffee Porter is all about guilty pleasures, because every sip of this creamy porter tastes like peanut butter cups and coffee… exactly as it’s described.  We’re not talking subtle flavor either, we’re talking “Acme anvil dropped on the head” here.

If you can find this stuff, which incidentally is brewed right here in my home town, and have a love for porters, I highly recommend it.  I know Willoughby Brewing Co. just starting to push their product into the surrounding states, so who knows where bottles and growlers of the stuff might end up.  Serve chilled with a bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and a copy of A Christmas Story

Boulevard Brewing Company, Tell-Tale Tart, 6.2% ABV

I drink a lot of odd beers and definitely have a fondness for things like Belgian Sour Ales, so when I heard Boulevard over in Kansas City, Missouri made a sour ale, the first thing I did was check outside for falling fire and brimstone.  Afterwards, I pulled out my cellphone and called my buddy to ask him how the weather was over at his pad and if he thought it was getting a bit chilly there.  Coming up negative on both counts, I sought out to find a bottle of this decisively non-Belgian sour ale.

My quest quickly ended at Red, Wine and Brew who, upon their near infinite shelves of beer, had several bottles of this stuff.  I pulled out a cold 4-pack from their refrigerator and took it to the bar to be opened.  I was pleasantly surprised.  I had long come to the conclusion that sour ales were mythical drinks of far away lands like Belgium crafted by ancient zen-masters in long-forgotten secret practices of brewing.  That trying to make one here, in America would be so alien a concept, it would be like a primitive tribe of cavemen trying to mix up nitroglycerin for the first time.  Instead, I got this ale, that tasted every bit like a Belgian sour ale, except it wasn’t too sour.  It was sour enough to let you know it was a sour ale, but not screaming it in your face like R. Lee Ermey.  Sourness aside, it was fairly neutral in flavor with a slight hint of fruitiness and would be truly awesome to guzzle on a warmer day.  Serve ice cold with fresh apple pie and a copy of the best works of Edger Allen Poe.