Beer Name: Springtime Lies
Style: Imperial Stout
ABV: 7.3%
IBU: 35
Color: Deep deep brown.
Cheese Pairing: Bermuda Triangle.
Food Pairing: Grilled oysters.
Music Pairing (Jimbo's Choice):
Music Pairing (Jared's Choice): "Lies" by the Violent Femmes
Best Occasion to Drink: Right after you step outside wearing shorts only to realize that it's 35 degrees out and you got duped by yet another fake spring.
Brewers' Notes: We've been known to make the odd "smoothie" beer where we take hops that have no designated home (unlabeled bag, impractical packaging volume, etc.) and mix 'em all up into one big ol' flavor party - but what about our malts? Well, we needed to do a bit of "spring cleaning" on the ol' grain store, so we gathered up every grain whose label ended in a question mark and threw it into one batch! But what to call it? Brown Smoothie? No. Just... no. NO. No way. Anyway, armed with a recipe but without a name, we sallied forth and sought inspiration from the brewday morn - a frustratingly frosty, stupid morning that followed fast on the heels of a nice, sunny, springtime weekend. Stupid fake spring. Screw this, I want an imperial stout.
Style: Imperial Stout
ABV: 7.3%
IBU: 35
Color: Deep deep brown.
Cheese Pairing: Bermuda Triangle.
Food Pairing: Grilled oysters.
Music Pairing (Jimbo's Choice):
Music Pairing (Jared's Choice): "Lies" by the Violent Femmes
Best Occasion to Drink: Right after you step outside wearing shorts only to realize that it's 35 degrees out and you got duped by yet another fake spring.
Brewers' Notes: We've been known to make the odd "smoothie" beer where we take hops that have no designated home (unlabeled bag, impractical packaging volume, etc.) and mix 'em all up into one big ol' flavor party - but what about our malts? Well, we needed to do a bit of "spring cleaning" on the ol' grain store, so we gathered up every grain whose label ended in a question mark and threw it into one batch! But what to call it? Brown Smoothie? No. Just... no. NO. No way. Anyway, armed with a recipe but without a name, we sallied forth and sought inspiration from the brewday morn - a frustratingly frosty, stupid morning that followed fast on the heels of a nice, sunny, springtime weekend. Stupid fake spring. Screw this, I want an imperial stout.