Beer Name: Dance Bob
Style: Amber Ale
ABV: 5.6%
Color: Arguably amber (and we did argue about it)
Cheese Pairing: Cheez Whiz straight out the can.
Food Pairing: More Dance Bob!
Music Pairing (Jimbo's Choice): "New Wave" by Against Me!
Music Pairing (Jared's Choice): "Dance, Motherfucker, Dance!" by the Violent Femmes
Best Occasion to Drink: Put on your dance pants and get funky! Or hunch over the bar and mumble angrily into your pint. Whichever, really.
Brewers' Notes: Even in light of being the product of a brewery that specializes in having dumb stories behind its beer names, the story behind Dance Bob is exceptionally dumb. See, we wanted to make an amber because we like them and there wasn't one on the menu, but we'd run out of ways to cleverly combine the names of our ingredient suppliers (a la Stone Valley), and there's not a ton to say about amber ales in the first place ("it's... it's pretty good" or "you wont get excited about it, but you'd be fine drinking it all night" and so on - not exactly riveting material, there). ANYway, we sallied forth into the brewday without a name - confident in the knowledge that something glorious would present itself or that we'd come up with some stupid crap at the last minute and call it a day. Then - lo and behold - Jared got a phone call that caller ID only identified as "Dance Bob." The silence on the other end of the line only served to cement our enthusiasm for this pointless name, and thus a legend was born!
Style: Amber Ale
ABV: 5.6%
Color: Arguably amber (and we did argue about it)
Cheese Pairing: Cheez Whiz straight out the can.
Food Pairing: More Dance Bob!
Music Pairing (Jimbo's Choice): "New Wave" by Against Me!
Music Pairing (Jared's Choice): "Dance, Motherfucker, Dance!" by the Violent Femmes
Best Occasion to Drink: Put on your dance pants and get funky! Or hunch over the bar and mumble angrily into your pint. Whichever, really.
Brewers' Notes: Even in light of being the product of a brewery that specializes in having dumb stories behind its beer names, the story behind Dance Bob is exceptionally dumb. See, we wanted to make an amber because we like them and there wasn't one on the menu, but we'd run out of ways to cleverly combine the names of our ingredient suppliers (a la Stone Valley), and there's not a ton to say about amber ales in the first place ("it's... it's pretty good" or "you wont get excited about it, but you'd be fine drinking it all night" and so on - not exactly riveting material, there). ANYway, we sallied forth into the brewday without a name - confident in the knowledge that something glorious would present itself or that we'd come up with some stupid crap at the last minute and call it a day. Then - lo and behold - Jared got a phone call that caller ID only identified as "Dance Bob." The silence on the other end of the line only served to cement our enthusiasm for this pointless name, and thus a legend was born!