If you haven’t seen it, it contains everything you need to know about me:
I like to be happy.
If you haven’t seen it, it contains everything you need to know about me:
I like to be happy.
Look, if you’re still getting six-packs of beer, I have a secret to tell you:
1. You are overpaying.
2. You are being moderately wasteful with all six of those bottles.
3. You could have it a lot better.
A growler is sold by beer people. They know what it is, and if they claim not to know, that means they probably hate you. It’s 1/2 gallon of your favorite beer that you have to drink before it goes flat.
It looks like the photo below.
Go get one and stop wasting your time making noise by throwing your six pack bottles around. Seriously, those are some LOUD bastards at 2 in the morning, you inconsiderate jackhole.
The ID is @rickbanjo. You ought to know that.
I’ll disclose to those of you too retarded to have figured this from my extended absences and lack of posting: I don’t get out too much, and when I do, I have three beers where I live that I enjoy, leaving several hundred that I absolutely do not. I could be wrong–no, wait. I’m not. The leftovers suck.
This is going to change next summer. TWB will be moving back to beer heaven: Seattle.
Before that happens, Montana should probably be referenced at least, say, twice. Here’s the first:
Butte, Montana is a hard-assed city. Most extant buildings are from around 1900 or earlier, and each of its nearly 35,000 residents can fight on cage and curb. Butte is renowned for its St. Patrick’s Day parade, nearly doubling in size for the occasion. If you do choose to attend this event, it pays to know a local. Such a person can help you from being buried upside down in a shallow grave.
Butte is the only location in the United States where you can see a half-mile wide open pit that will kill you if you touch it. Apparently, George Hearst’s ghost wanted the place to close.
Butte people live with it all, though: the pit, the loss of prosperity, limbs, decent cars, the prolific shanty-towns, and a fair reputation for being one of the drunkest cities in a heavily drunken state. Being that I was there, it was time to drink.
I went to lunch at Fred’s Mesquite and ordered a mushroom burger and a pint of Open Cab Copper Ale from the Quarry Brewery. What I got was a pint of Open Cab, and the next Mastodon album cover:
While the sheer nuclear volume of the burger colored the flavor of the beer, the local ale was not to be denied: deep, red, and likely poisonous in sufficient doses, much like the pit to the east.
I ate and drank it all. It was an ass-kicking.
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It’s coming soon now. I know what you’ve been drinking, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself. If you want to stay on it (AND YOU DO), follow the Banjo on Twitter @rickbanjo — or, you could just slack and fail at drinking. The choice is yours.
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I should tell you that I’ve been out with a health issue on reserve from drinking for the past 90 days.
I also have to tell you that I know what you have been drinking, and I’m pretty fucking disappointed in you right now.
More to follow.
Although I am a devout reader of Food And Wine magazine, I read a disturbing article recently lauding the pairing of Belgian beer–yes, that sweet, fruity, flocculant style of beer–with dishes from Asia. Do I remember what issue of F&W it was? I might, if I hadn’t been so vexed at the article in question that I tore the magazine in half and fed it to the bears.
This, dear reader, was over the damned line, and I think it’s up to me to set the record straight.
The flavors of Asian cuisine are as diverse as the populations of the Asian continent; this is why we don’t see many Russian/Chinese restaurants. For the purposes of my argument, however, we will confine the scope of cuisine to the sub-continent, specifically Thailand, Vietnam, and a little bit of Japan.
Let’s start with Japan, where the chief diet comes from the sea, and is accentuated with rice, vegetables, and sauces.

Ebi Tempura
Adding a robust (say, overwhelming) Belgian trappist-style ale to this meal may prove disastrous. Belgian beers are (while light in color, mostly) sledgehammer-flavored mouth-bombs with benefits: that is to say that they get you incredibly drunk incredibly fast. What, then, would the Banjo suggest you drink with your Japanese meal? This is a tricky one to answer, although the answer is ABSOLUTELY NOT a Belgian beer. This may surprise you, but the point with Japanese cuisine is to get out of the food’s way, so I give you:

Spaten Lager
It’s a strange pairing, but a German-style lager complements almost any Japanese meal without overwhelming the subtle flavors on your plate.
Vietnam
Vietnamese is another enigmatic cuisine with French and Cambodian influences, so let’s take a sample Vietnamese dish (my favorite) and pair it appropriately:

Bun-Cha (Open-Barbecued Pork)
There’s hardly anything I can say here that can describe how wonderful Bun-Cha is when prepared correctly. Let’s say it’s served this way:

I'm Hungry.
I’d serve a red ale without question. Reds are less snarky than pale ales, and usually hold greater depth–perfect for putting out the hallmark fire of these dishes while leaving you hungrier and hungrier.
Thailand
Thai is all the rage now in America, and for good reason: it’s delicious, complex, [somewhat] accessible, and (like many types of Asian food) now ubiquitous in North America, although the best Thai, like anything, is very rare.
Okay, let’s start with the one you all want to know: Phat Thai.
You've Never Had It?! SERIOUSLY?!
Although this is a dish enjoyed daily by millions (if not billions), it is a serious, serious bastard to pair with beer. In fact, Thai cuisine, by its very hallmark traits of light, aromatic preparation, is fairly beer-hostile.
Don’t fret, of course. With the rare exceptions of Satay or the heavier red curries, simply follow a similar track as you would with Japanese, although Thai lends itself to some more diverse beer pairings, such a a good Pilsner:

Get the good stuff.
Or, if you can’t visit Manny and Roger, get a bottle of one of the originals.

Good Job.
Either way, you are selling each of these essential Asian cuisines short by brow-beating them with some over-the-top Belgian beer. These are beers much more suited to pairing with French or English fare. Asian food is like a delicate flower, and this is one successful drinker who intends to give it the respect it deserves.
Come ON, F&W.
RBjo