My new readers are probably expecting me to wax poetic about my husband or kids or maybe even my garmin, but those of you who’ve been around a while know all about the other love in my life: beer.
Beer Geek and I got to go out to dinner tonight without the kids. This doesn’t happen often around here, so when it does, we aim for two criteria: walking distance from our house and really good beer. Tonight we decided to try out a place we hadn’t been before – American Flatbread. They offer really good pizzas made with local ingredients and, in the case of the one by us at least, a really good beer menu.
For our first beers, Beer Geek chose an IPA (very hoppy, but I can’t remember what it was). I made the mistake of trying it. I admit I’m not a hop fan, which makes no sense since I live on the very bitter arugula. Anyways, I was not impressed with the grapefruit beginning taste, followed by all kinds of bitter. My beer, on the other hand, was quite good. I had the Flying Dog Gonzo Imperial Porter. It was quite good. Very dark and yummy, with just enough hops to balance the flavor. But that’s not the beer I fell in love with.
When the waiter brought it out, he brought me a warm glass (because that’s how you serve this kind of beer), but offered me a cold one. When I adamantly refused a cold glass and in fact, waited for my beer to warm up a bit, he figured out I had some knowledge of beer. When I began talking about my second beer and was tossing around some of the really dark, high alcohol content beers, he told me that they might have a beer I would love. It turns out that they had recently had a beer dinner with the Heavy Seas’ beers and he thought they might have one bottle left of a beer that I would like. Turns out – they did. The beer?
Heavy Seas Siren Noire. Described on the Heavy Seas’ website as “An English style imperial stout, fermented and flavored with imported Belgian chocolate nibs. Smooth and easy drinking. Named for the Sirens who lured seafarers off course and ultimately to their demise.”, it was amazing! Many chocolate stouts are called that because the roasted malt takes on a chocolate color and flavor. This beer, on the other hand, included actual chocolate. It tasted a bit like Godiva meets beer. Fabulous! It went amazingly well with my dessert of apple pie and ice cream.
Needless to say, the waiter got a really good tip! (And I will likely have a headache in the morning.)