Showing posts with label Drinks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drinks. Show all posts

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Town Hall Lanes

I've officially moved to the Nokomis East neighborhood! While I've been painting cabinets and unpacking (so many) boxes, I've largely been subsisting on protein bars, peanut butter, and beer. Not the best long term diet, so today I treated a buddy to lunch at Town Hall Lanes, mere blocks from my new house. 

I've always been a fan of Town Hall Tap, so I'm excited to have the lanes so close. The interior is great, with a rustic, lovely bar not dissimilar from the Tap. The menu is full of apps, burgers, and flatbreads that could make anybody happy and the brunch options looked delicious. I was torn but opted for the wild blue chicken salad and a side of fried green tomatoes.  

The tomatoes were served with a tangy sriracha cream sauce with enough kick to  make my friend take an extra sip of water (perfect level of heat for me). I had a Milk and Honey cider to cool things off and if that combo was any indication, I'll be enjoying test-driving the drink options and every one of those apps. 

I didn't bowl this time, but I expect to give that a whirl soon. The space was cozy and looked pretty perfect for casual dates and/or your random Tuesday night in need of livening up. 

I have no doubt I'll be a regular here, and I'm looking forward to making this place part of my weekly plans.

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Saturday, September 20, 2014

Northgate Brewing

Races with beer at the finish are my favorite races.  It isn't just about the beer, it's that, naturally, the people that congregate for a beer-blessed race aren't taking themselves too seriously.  They're enjoying the sunshine, they're trying a new beer, and they're proud of their shiny new pint glass.

I had the chance to experience the new Northgate Brewing taproom as they hosted the latest installment of the Minnesota Brewery Running Series. Kindly starting at 11 am (because who wants to run a 5K at 7 am on a Saturday?), the race wound around the Northeast area between Broadway and Hennepin. After just-over 3 miles, we celebrated with a pint of our choice at the soon-to-be-all-the-way-open taproom.  I tried the Pumpion, a pumpkin spice beer that probably would have been better suited for a chillier day.  But sunshine and warm weather didn't deter me from enjoying the autumnal pint.  Some may find it on the spicy, bite-y side but I really liked it.  Some pumpkin beers are so heavy, and post-race I wasn't looking for a beer I could chew.  This one was pleasantly light but still had a distinct pumpkin aroma and a cinnamon kick. Can't wait to drink it again when I'm wearing a sweatshirt, instead of sweating all over the table.

The taproom itself is laid back and cozy. It's heavy on a diner/kitchen feel, as opposed to the darker woods that some other local taprooms have embraced.  The bench seating makes it feel like the eat-in kitchen of your Cool Uncle, and I mean that in the best possible way because I love all my uncles, the cool and the less so. This is a place you could hang out for hours, happily.

The taproom celebrates its grand opening on October 10th, 4pm to Midnight. The next Brewery Run is the next day, October 11th, at Pracna on Main. Mark your calendars for a beer-centric weekend in October!

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Sunday, July 27, 2014

Libertine

The opening of Libertine has been on my radar for awhile, in part because I eye Uptown restaurant openings with a curious wonder-how-long-they'll-last pessimism and in part because news that Tim McKee was involved tweaked that pessimism to more of a hmmm-maybe-there's-hope feeling.  I really have no reason to attach such hopes to McKee's guidance, at least not in terms of having experienced anything he has shepherded before.  I've only had drinks at La Belle Vie, because my law school loans make restaurant price tags of that caliber seem somewhat ill-advised. But I've read a great deal about his successes, follow him on Twitter, and admire him from afar. Libertine's price point is much more attainable for we modestly budgeted folk and so I was happy to hear of his digging into a corner of Uptown real estate that has struggled to maintain a footing.

The space was fully transformed from its Cafeteria days.  Where Cafeteria was all bright colors and plastic kitsch, Libertine is dimly lit with heavy metallic tones and soft glows of light. We sat at a half booth/half table combo near the bar and while the atmosphere was pretty lively, my friend and I were still able to have a rather hushed conversation without the need to constantly repeat ourselves.  It's a restaurant where one can hold a conversation, raucous or secretive, and as some spaces I've visited recently have seemed impossibly loud, I appreciated the comfortable level of ambient noise.

First off, we started with rhubarb gin and tonics, as deliciously summery as they sound. My ladyfriend and I each had two and we remarked several times that they went down dangerously smooth.

There will be no pictures of food on this post.  Not because the food wasn't lovely, but because my camera phone failed to do the plates justice.  The lighting was dim and the flash bleached everything into wishy-washy boringness. There's something to be said for omitting pictures anyway, forces me to write more descriptively and forces the reader to imagine a bit more actively (or just visit for yourself, even better).

The waitress explained the menu was meant to be enjoyed as a series of shared plates. Plates would be brought out as they were ready, not in a specific sequential order. I love that kind of atmosphere but I think some more traditional diners may be frustrated by such a directive. The menu is divided between small starter-sized shareables, special extras, oysters, meats, and non-meats.  Each section of the carnivorous section divides the dishes by reference to the part of the animal from with it originates (belly, back, etc., all pictured). I found that pretty fascinating, especially since I'm not generally someone who knows their cuts of meat. Beef is beef. Pork is pork. The menu itself was educational and exciting.

First up for us was a dish of caramelized cauliflower, served with capers and a delicious goat cheese fondant. If that dish was any indication, I think I could make a perfectly contented meal out of their vegetable options. So while the menu definitely skews heavy on the carnivorous side, vegetarians could certainly walk away with a delicious experience under the belt. The cauliflower were buttery and sweet, having been roasted to perfection, and the tartness of the goat cheese and tang of the capers was an expert balance to that caramel hint.

Next we dove into the bone marrow.  Served with a bacon jam and small stack of toasts, this was a dish you could easily split between four people as it's richness was intense. My one real complaint on this dish is that the serving is large but the pile of little toasts is not near enough for the marrow.  When we requested more toasts the waitress was happy to bring us another small plate for an extra $1.50.  That just seems a bit excessive.  If you need to charge more for the bone marrow dish in order to plate it with enough toasts, then charge $14 instead of the normal $12. Just seems silly otherwise.  Toast deficit aside, the dish is fantastic and heavy, in a soul-sticking way.  The jam, onion, and salts make for a wonderful bite with each marrowed toast. And if you're a brave soul, like myself, you will heartily accept the challenge to take a whiskey shot out of the cleaned out bone. No, it is not classy.  But it is rather fun and in keeping with the decadence of the dish.

We next tucked into the Beef Bacon BLT, which was a messy but delicious dish to split. The thick potatoes were a welcome addition and by the time we were leaning back in our chairs, hands to stomach, I was wondering what a girl would have to do to get a bucket of those potatoes for the road.

We still had some time to kill before our movie started so we, of course, took a peek at the dessert menu. We split the Baked Alaska, complete with housemade ice creams and raspberry coulis that I would have happily eaten with no shame by the barrel. It was a dessert that we both kept saying, after each bite, was one of the best we'd had in ages. It wasn't cloyingly sweet, but light and airy with a creaminess that perfectly matched the tartness of the raspberries. It was a delicate, delicious end to a great meal.

I've grown somewhat skeptical of any restaurant's ability to make that corner of Calhoun Square come alive.  Nothing seems to dig in and find a fit. But Libertine made for a great dinner and the menu makes me want to go back, try other exciting combinations. I'm interested to see how they tackle lunch and brunch, how that darkened space can be lit up with some sunshine and rooftop revelry.  If dinner is any indication, I'll thoroughly enjoy exploring every menu.

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Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Dangerous Man Brewing Co.

I frequented Dangerous Man twice last week, which says something in and of itself. The first time I was traveling solo and stopped in to pick up a gift card and figured, heck, I should just have a beer. It was a Wednesday around 5 pm and the place was pretty quiet, with a handful of people scattered around, a couple in suits clearly stopping in after the office, and others with laptops nursing a study-supportive brew. I asked for a recommendation and was directed to the Chocolate Milk Stout, which clocked in at $3 for a 10 oz pour.  I'm not usually a stout person, but sometimes a dark, creamy beer seems like the best possible remedy to rainy day doldrums.

This beer is amazing! Really. Amazing! Like I said, stout isn't my thing. I tend to like a lighter, sharper flavor, but everything about this beer made me want to keep drinking it forever. I was sad to walk away after only one 10 oz, but could also see what a happy addition Dangerous Man must be to the neighborhood.  If I lived nearby I'd be tempted to close out every workday (and weekend, right?) with a quick stop at this cozy, welcoming corner locale in Northeast Minneapolis. The taproom is closed on Sunday and Monday, but you can prepare for the Monday gloom by picking up a growler for home.

My second trip to Dangerous Man was on Friday night with a group of ladyfriends and the place was busy but not suffocating. We opted for a few chairs on the long picnic table in the center of the room and as is the nature of sitting down at a table across from strangers, we struck up a conversation with the fellas across the table.  Dangerous Man seems to be the perfect place for easy conversations with friends and strangers alike, everyone smiling at the beer in their hand, everyone toasting the end of a week.

They don't serve food at Dangerous Man but they're walking distance from some great places and they encourage you to bring food inside with you. Next time, I'll be stopping by a to-go order of fish and chips from the Anchor before settling in for another Cream Ale (my choice on night #2), a perfectly light and summery ale that just begs to be sipped in the sunshine.

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Sunday, April 21, 2013

Icehouse

Sunday brunch is a beautiful thing.  An easy walk from my apartment after church, Icehouse has been on my must-visit list for months. What sealed the deal today was my discovery that Actual Wolf, a local favorite of mine, was playing the brunch hour.  Good music + good company + good food + good drinks = Sunday afternoon happiness.

We started with drinks, which I don't normally do in the middle of the day. But the description alone of the bacony bloody mary with mini doughnut and the souped up screwdriver would have made us feel a bit sheepish not test-driving the bar. Before taking a sip (or five) of my friend's bloody, I was not likely to refer to myself as a bloody mary fan.  I was incorrect, evidently I'm just a snob.  If all bloody marys tasted like this, peppery and dense with a hint of a kick, garnished with a thick slice of bacon and a bacon-crusted doughnut...well...then I'd be a bloody mary fan.  For now, I'll just say I'm an Icehouse bloody mary fan and stick with that. My screwdriver was a little too wonderful.  Dangerously easy to drink, it woke up every corner of my mouth, which was great considering what was next.

We decided to share the Pastrami and Egg sandwich and the Pork Biscuit. I struggle here.  Because the pork biscuit really was delicious.  The biscuit alone was worth the price of the dish, just because it's tough to find a truly top notch homemade biscuit in these parts.  Southerners are picky about biscuits and this one is one of the best I've had in years. Wonderfully flour-y on the crust, but with that soft, salty butter flavor permeating every bite.  The pork and egg, too, were expertly cooked and seasoned.  Even the gravy, if I could forgive one element, was fantastic.  But to me, a biscuit with "sausage gravy" implies a white gravy, a dense, flour-laden, peppery sausage gravy.  So the brown gravy was off-putting, again, not because of the flavor (perfect!) but because it was the "wrong" gravy for that dish.  If it was a dinner dish, an evening sandwich with a brown gravy would be heavenly.  But sausage gravy on a biscuit should always be white.  And I'm comfortable with how judgmental I am about that.

The pastrami sandwich was just a masterpiece.  The onion roll, the pastrami, the homemade pickles, the juicy, yolky egg, the smear of harissa, they were just the perfect combination.  We both thought that while the biscuit was delicious, the pastrami sandwich was the real winner.  It's the sandwich I'll rave about to anyone thinking about brunch on Eat Street.  And it will likely lure me back very soon.

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Sunday, January 13, 2013

Republic

beer flight & sausage with 3 precious dollops of mustard

I will admit now that trekking to the heart of Uptown is not my favorite thing to do on a weekend evening. The area seems a bit overrun by 21 year-olds (now I sound elderly), parking is ridiculous, and the food is always going to be pricey. If I saunter that direction, it's usually during the week or on a weekend at, say, 10 a.m., when the bulk of the young-uns are still nursing their hangovers and I can order a meal or poke around a store in peace. 

But sometimes making an exception proves worthwhile and that was certainly the case with Republic. I sat at a high top around 8 p.m. on Saturday and didn't have trouble getting a seat (as long as we're not talking about the "trouble" a 5'1 woman has in scaling a high top chair, I realize this is a problem for which I am in the minority). The beer list is great, peppered with some up-and-coming local breweries like Lift Bridge, Indeed, and Harriet.  The $10 flight was an excellent option for someone like me who is routinely conflicted by the desire to stick to a well-loved brew (Indeed's Stir Crazy Winter Ale) versus trying something new. I enjoyed my Stir Crazy plus Arrogant Bastard Ale plus, the piece de resistance, the Odell's Chocolate Stout. My meal was filling so I doubt I would have wanted dessert anyway, but that chocolate stout was a thick, beautiful, sweet-but-not-overly-so cap to my evening.  A generous portion of each meant $10 saw me happy for the meal, vs. buying two $8ish beers, so I definitely appreciate the flight option. 

The food menu was impressive, too, and on my next trip I'd like to stick to sharing a couple small plates.  My local sausages and potatoes was HUGE and could have easily and happily been shared. That being said, I did eat all of the sausages, so I suppose I'm mainly looking for a comrade that wants to live off potatoes.  The roasted potatoes were good, just a bit too salty, and when coupled with sausage/mustard, you don't need any more salt! 

This may or may not be weird, but the part of the meal that thrilled me the most was the Natedogs mustard.  Holy moly.  You know you're into something awesome when you're mentally rationing a condiment vis-a-vis how many approximate bites of sausage you have on your plate. Rachel, talking to self, "Okay, three piles of mustard, roughly 15 bites of sausage left on my plate, but one mustard dollop is significantly depleted, how far can I stretch this mustard? Do I use it on the potatoes? Do I tie it chiefly to the sausage experience?" I credit the fact that I left half the potatoes on my plate to the fact that I ran out of mustard. For the sake of my hips, it's probably good they didn't provide more of this glorious condiment. Courtesy of a quick Twitter conversation, in which I inquired as to whether this stuff is for sale, I was informed that mustard sales are on the horizon, maybe a few months down the road. If I'd been given a date for the sale, I really think I would have added that date to my calendar.

That's how serious the mustard is, y'all, it would be worthy of my inputting the date of its sale into my phone. 

Suffice it to say, Republic is definitely worth being added to the Uptown repertoire, even if it requires this 30-something to pay for parking and fight traffic with children who have to be carrying fake IDs. I'd do it for the beer.  I'd do it for the mustard. 

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Saturday, December 29, 2012

Harriet Brewing

I need more kinda-drafty, there's-only-one-bathroom brewery joints in my life.  And I'm not being sarcastic. Bars get boring.  Anything 100% polished gets boring fast. Another Blue Moon?  Another gin and tonic? Another leather bar stool with a hook to the right to hang my purse?  How convenient.

The taproom explosion is old news at this point.  But this was my first trip to Harriet Brewing's taproom and I review things that are new-to-me, not necessarily new-to-the-world. And I just loved it. I loved the couches in the sitting area.  Loved Crankshaft's tunes. Loved the food truck parked outside. Loved the West Side beer in my hand, all tangerine goodness of it (yeah, weakness for Blue Moon implies a weakness for any beer incorporating citrus notes). Loved sitting on the arm of a plush couch and talking to perfect strangers about the music, the beer, our favorite restaurants nearby.

I'm not a beer connoisseur.  I only know what I like.  The beer was good, but the atmosphere of living-the-dream-folks-thanks-for-buying-a-glass was what made the evening happy.  It's not as pretty as Indeed Brewing, to be sure, but I have a soft spot for the less polished folks. And I will make it a point to lift a Harriet brew when I'm out at other locales serving the good stuff around town.

High five, Harriet, keep it up!

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Monday, November 26, 2012

Beaujo's

I went to Beaujo's for the first time on a first date over four years ago.  I wore a coral-colored sundress and my shoes hurt.  I've remained friends with that first datee, much to my happiness.  And I'll be forever indebted to him for introducing me to this cozy little gem, even if the romance never quite grew legs.

Beaujo's has never been a place I ate a solid meal.  While I know they serve sandwiches and flatbreads and such (and given my luck with their lighter fare I'd imagine their denser dishes are equally yummy), I've always felt more inclined to soups and breads and cheeses when nestled at a table with friends.  I've sipped glasses (too many?) of reds while having painful heart-to-hearts with girlfriends. I've dunked crusty bread into thick broths while bemoaning the death of chivalry. And, most recently, I've escaped the chill of the late autumn air with a bowl of ginger squash soup and a pile of tapenade and goat cheese-smeared crackers.

Beaujo's, quite simply, is a place I end up when I want to laugh, gossip, cry, flirt, or relax.  It's a place that feels like a happy nook within which to experience the perfection of conversation + food. A nook to make memories in.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Marvel Bar

Marvel had been high on my must-visit list since it opened. The quasi-hidden entrance, the buzz, the dangerously convenient proximity to Bachelor Farmer, the rumor that they use ice sculpture-grade ice...my expectations were high.

And I cannot say enough swell things about this little speakeasy. The bouncer (doorman? ID checker?) was smiley and warm, and when we walked by later in the evening his nose was buried in a book. In my heart, I know it was Kerouac. Maybe Hemingway, if he insists on that sort of dude.
The interior was softly lit but not dark. It's not a bedroom eyes, gaze-lustfully-at-your-date type place (how I'd describe La Belle Vie, for instance). It's cozy without feeling homey. You're definitely a guest, not an old friend, but there's a comfort in that, too.

I had the Ladykiller, my date had the Lincoln County. Mine was smooth as silk,  with only a touch of sweetness. And had we not had dinner reservations, I could have gleefully sucked down a couple and required an extra arm on the walk upstairs. I was honestly mesmerized by the clarity of the ice. I'm not sure I've ever had ice that sparkly before, and it seemed to melt at the perfect pace, never watering down the light flavors.

There was nothing "light" about my date's choice. In fact, upon ordering, he was warned that the Lincoln County was "smoky and aggressive." But of our drinks, hours was definitely the most unique, the one you kept in your mouth for a shade longer just to fully appreciate that you were drinking (and enjoying) liquid filtered over charcoal. Completely bizarre and wonderfully memorable.
I must go back, there are a dozen other creations to explore.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Pedal Pub


I realize these party vehicles have been traversing the streets for a good long while (and until last night I felt like the only soul who hadn't tried the Pedal Pub), but as is common on this blog, I'm going to review the experience even if I'm not among the first to do so. I get to things in my own sweet time.

First off, I feel like this would be a miserable experience if the weather failed to cooperate.  A hot, muggy two hours cranking away at this contraption would have made me cranky, beer or no beer.  But our weather was absolutely perfect, almost cool, and said cranking was no more overwhelming than a leisurely bike ride.  I think I may have had a slightly harder time pedaling just because I'm short and the driver confirmed that the pedals are really built for someone over 5'3 (ugh...foiled again...I round up to 5'2).

We took the Nord'East route and the driver really looked to the group for preferences as to stops.  We made a stop first at Tony Jaro's for a Greenie (no clue what is in that other than a violently green form of kool-aid and a good deal of alcohol) and then on to 1029 (overcrowded so we skipped it) and Jimmy's for beer sticks (delicious).

We brought snacks, which is heavily encouraged, but failed to dig in until the last 20 minutes of the two hour tour, so I'd recommend popping open that can of Pringles or tub of taco dip earlier in the evening.  Also, you do work up a smidge of a sweat pedaling this contraption so dress accordingly.  It's a great time and a reasonably-priced, unique outing so it'd be high on my list for a birthday party or work happy hour event.  And I don't think you could get a better location than Nord'East.  You end where you started, wonderfully close to Stanley's and myriad other famous bars so the evening doesn't have to wrap up when the pedaling ends.

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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

King's Wine Bar

I've been to King's Wine Bar at 46th and Grand half a dozen times in the last year.  I don't remember how I heard about it but I ventured that direction on a blind date.  The date was a dud, but the tots were not.  Remember this, intrepid online daters, a bad date is worth housemade tater tots with a gruyere and bacon dipping sauce, so take my advice and at least throw dating caution to the wind with fried potato and a nice glass of something in hand. [I will take this opportunity to apologize for the grainy picture of the tots. Clearly, we were enjoying them a bit too much and I had to halt the festivities to snap a quick pic. My haste in wanting to get back to eating said tots made for a not-fantastic visual.]

Tonight I was in much happier company as I met up with two girlfriends for dinner.  I had a glass of Santa di Terrossa (pinot grigio) with my third of the tot appetizer and nursed the last drops over my salmon burger. I'm honestly not a salmon burger girl.  I think burgers should be made of cow, bison on the rare exception. But the promise of srichacha and onion rings coaxed me into an unorthodox choice.  King's has never disappointed (their meatloaf is better than your mom's) and the salmon burger was no exception.  

My only regret is not convincing my ladyfriends to share a slice of dulce de leche cheesecake with me.  Next time, I suppose. 

King's has a ridiculous amount of awesome going on most evenings.  Whether it be half-price bottles (Wednesdays) or trivia (Mondays) or date night tasting menus (Tuesday) or happy hour (3-6pm everyday, includes $2 off those tots), you really can't go wrong.  And if you're looking for even more reasons to venture to 46th, check them out at the 46th Street Block Party and King's Birthday Bash on August 12th. King's burgers AND face painting? You have nowhere better to be. 

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Sunday, July 22, 2012

The Beer Dabbler at Highland Fest

If you're going to be sweating buckets in the sunshine, at least have the decency to be sipping something delicious while doing so.

The Beer Dabbler at Highland Fest introduced 49 breweries (most with multiple beer selections) to a crowd of sweaty, happy beer-lovers yesterday.  Advance tickets were available at a few area liquor stores and we managed to acquire ours at the Ale Jail and Wine Thief in St. Paul.  I'm sure they have their reasons, but why the insistence on paying in cash? Very 1987, I think. Time to get crackin' with the charge card. That minor annoyance aside, I'd never been to the Ale Jail and it definitely looks like a locale worth revisiting.  I poked at the wines (at the connected Wine Thief) longer than the beers and was impressed by their selection.  My being impressed probably doesn't mean a whole lot as I tend to go for wine with pretty labels, but I admire shops that ooze happiness with their product and a desire to teach.  I saw signs up for tastings, classes, etc., and that is what will bring me back.

Back to the Dabbler...

For $30 (in advance, $40 at the door), you received a handy dandy quarter pint glass (right? bigger than a shot glass?  less than half a pint?) and a map that listed all the breweries.  The booths themselves were shaded so it was a crowded mess at points as people took a break from the 95 degree heat to refill their glasses. One lesson we failed to pick up prior to attending: pretzel necklaces.  Genius.  Evidently everyone ELSE knew that the proper way to enjoy the dabbler was to make a necklace out of pretzels (and fruit loops and beef jerky, according to some pretty emotionally invested attenders).  Next time, we will be prepared.

There were some brewery inclusions that seemed a bit out of place.  Sam Admas? Such a small, up-and-comer, to be sure.  And I was surprised not to see any Surly representation given the plethora of local brews, but Surly has a well-established local following and may be focusing their attention elsewhere for good reason.  I was thrilled to see my dear Abita, my favorite beer while living in New Orleans, but sad to note they didn't bring any of their seasonal strawberry Harvest with them.  A girl gets lonely for certain things while living Up North, the least they could have done was visit with my favorite beer in hand.

That disappointment notwithstanding, the day was great.  I tossed out a couple tastings, which my companion noted probably gave someone license to attack me but luckily I avoided the Thou-Shalt-Not-Dump-Beer police.  We were given beads to hand to our favorite brewery for the coveted Lord Dabbler's Cup.  My friend's beads were given to the good people at Harriet Island Brewing, and I don't think he was very conflicted about it.  We tasted Harriet Island early on and it inspired enough affection to stay at #1 after several rounds of other yummy things, which says a lot of this local brewer. After tasting several I enjoyed, notably Cold Spring Brewery's John Henry 3 Lick Spiker Ale and Boom Island's Hoodoo, I handed over my beads to Third Street Brewhouse for their Lost Trout Brown Ale.  Having done a bit of reading about Third Street, I found out that they're actually a new craft beer brand owned by Cold Spring Brewery, home of the John Henry that so impressed me. So I suppose my tastebuds enjoy whatever is coming out of Cold Spring.

The winner this year of the Lord Dabbler's cup, however, was not either of our picks.  Stone Brewing Co., out of California, took home the cup and I don't even think I tried anything from their booth. *smacks forehead* Add one brewery to the shopping list, I suppose...