Guinness recently announced that they were making a change to their two century-old recipe, one that wouldn’t make any use at all of fish bladders. Wait, said many people. Guinness has fish in it?
“Funky, some overripe fruit, leaning more into barnyard flavors, dried hay, grass...horse blanket, horse-like...a little bit of cheese rind...blue cheese, parmesan...”
Each culture has its own customs and each country has its own preferences but people all across the world are united in their desire to drink and have fun with their friends. And it’s that—not language or opposable thumbs—is what makes us humans. But of course, if you’re drinking with people from other cultures, you… »
Okay, so drought has come for our coffee, steak, whiskey, and almond supplies. That’s fine. No problem. Let’s just settle in here with an IPA and figure out what — OH GOD, IS NOTHING LEFT?
Micheladas are already the perfect warm weather drink: a mix of savory flavors, ice-cold beer, and just a snap of spice. Now imagine making the michelada even better by turning it into a popsicle that you drop into the beer, slowly melting into a slushy sublime summer cocktail. »
Funky, floral, complex. No, this is not a description of a piece of vintage wallpaper. These are some of the words that are used to describe the enormous variety that exists within the world of beer. Whether you are enjoying the outdoors on a sunny day or sitting by the fire on a cold, winter night, there is a beer to… »
It’s a feeling I hope you never experience: You crack open an ice cold beer after a long day, take a sip expecting the familiar hoppy, bubbly goodness to hit your taste buds, and instead, you get a mouthful of flat, acrid sludge.
Fizzics is a new gadget that’s precision engineered to perfectly pour your beer. It’s an impressively designed toy. I just tried it, and OK, maybe I’m a little drunk, but I think I’m in love.
Getting drunk is very fun! This is a truth known to both human and island-dwelling monkey for centuries. But some nights, ALAS, are no good for chasing a Long Island Iced Tea with seven watermelon vodka shots and regret. »
When the National Security Agency says they need three hops, it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. They mean that they're sweeping up hundreds of millions of ordinary Americans' phone records in order to create detailed social graphs. »
When I go home to Tennessee, nobody ever asks me if I want a beer. "How 'bout a col'beer?" say the Southerners as they toss a can through the air. (All one word.) The ice cold brew cuts through the summertime humidity nicely. This frigid February in New York City deserves a different kind of cocktail. »