Olympia's Fish Brewing Co. has a newish pub in Everett, across the street from the Comcast Arena with its ship masts making a landmark.
The pub opened about a year ago; there are plans to install brewing equipment here in the future. The bit of unique the Fish folk have come up with here is an international collection of empty 55-lb. malted barley bags hanging from the ceilings. Domestic malts are usually shipped by truck to brewers of all sizes, but the European malts cross the pond in these white canvas bags. Fish uses them mostly in its Leavenworth series of German beers.
Stopping by for just a short schooner, I passed on the Leavenworths and tried one of their seasonal brews in the Reel Ale series: the Monkfish Belgian Style Tripel Ale. I put in a link so others can see the label and admire what a singularly ugly fish this monkfish is. The ale, though, is splendid--I would like to try it alongside Pike's Monk's Uncle Tripel, a personal favorite in that sweet&tart style.
(Visited 12/222/12)
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
The RAM moves north, to Marysville
The RAM chain of breweries, with several locations in Pierce County and several others in W. Washington, and a handful in other states, has opened a new location in Marysville. The new spot looks like all the others I have seen, in a mall, large restaurant area with huge screens for the sports bar trade, the same beers brewed in all locations. The most distinctive feature in the new spot would be the Tulalip Casino across the asphalt.
The casino may be the first attempt at a new architectural style, "Las Vegas-Northwest," we can hope it doesn't start a trend.
I tried their Buttface Amber, a decent ale, and a bit of the 71 Pale (1971 being the year the firm opened its first restaurant. Craft brewing would come along some years later.)
(Visited 12/1\5/12)
The casino may be the first attempt at a new architectural style, "Las Vegas-Northwest," we can hope it doesn't start a trend.
I tried their Buttface Amber, a decent ale, and a bit of the 71 Pale (1971 being the year the firm opened its first restaurant. Craft brewing would come along some years later.)
(Visited 12/1\5/12)
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Skookum relocates within Arlington
The bucolic setting of the Skookum Brewery in Arlington, log buildings behind horse pastures, posted here in August 2010, will now be just a memory for beer tourists. That location is still the home of Ron Walcher and Jackie Jenkins, and still the site where they brew. But the tasting room has been moved several miles southeast, to a metal building by the Arlington Airport.
Ron and Jackie had neighbors who never warmed to the idea of a brewpub at the end of their lane, to the extent of trying to get local government to shut them down. This was another case of a home brewing operation going commercial out of a garage (or barn, in Ron's case) and eventually having to move to more commercial space.
For now, the handsome brewing apparatus is still back at the home place, but the pub is a spacious and friendly area with plenty of seating. I confess, I always visited the old spot on sunny days and wondered how the clientele was faring on our more-than-occasional rainy times. Now the tasting room is weather-proof.
The warehouse space is so roomy, in fact, that they have lined out a shuffleboard court in the back and you can sip to the sound of pucks sliding down the concrete.
The beers were the popular favorites Ron has been making for several years now: His dark, bourbony Murder of Crows was my first choice, while D.B. enjoyed his Amber's Hot Friend. I had a sip of the Woody's Oak before carpet bombing my taste buds with the Crows: it wasn't quite the tangy resin taste I remmbered from the last time.
(Visited 11/24/12)
Ron and Jackie had neighbors who never warmed to the idea of a brewpub at the end of their lane, to the extent of trying to get local government to shut them down. This was another case of a home brewing operation going commercial out of a garage (or barn, in Ron's case) and eventually having to move to more commercial space.
For now, the handsome brewing apparatus is still back at the home place, but the pub is a spacious and friendly area with plenty of seating. I confess, I always visited the old spot on sunny days and wondered how the clientele was faring on our more-than-occasional rainy times. Now the tasting room is weather-proof.
The warehouse space is so roomy, in fact, that they have lined out a shuffleboard court in the back and you can sip to the sound of pucks sliding down the concrete.
The beers were the popular favorites Ron has been making for several years now: His dark, bourbony Murder of Crows was my first choice, while D.B. enjoyed his Amber's Hot Friend. I had a sip of the Woody's Oak before carpet bombing my taste buds with the Crows: it wasn't quite the tangy resin taste I remmbered from the last time.
(Visited 11/24/12)
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Big E: big plans in Lynnwood
I got to chat a bit with founder Rick Ellersick, who took out a brewery license for his garage homebrewing setup fifteen years ago (1997), when it was not a common happening the way it is today. Rick is proud that his kids are involved in the business, too, with one son doing most of the day to day brewing and others marketing, cooking, serving, etc. The WA Beer Commission has posted Kendall Jones' piece on Big E in its brewery profiles series and a lot of the story can be found there.
The news, in late November, is that Big E is ready to join the canning ranks. They have 40,000 empty 16-oz cans and a portable can filler that can be wheeled onto the brewery floor. All they need is beer enough and time. The 15-barrel brewing system and 30-barrel fermenters have been running full tilt just to keep up with demand in the pub and in the retail draft accounts.
Big E makes ten regular beers and one seasonal: this season it has been Oompah, an Octoberfest special Rick was very proud of. "We used lager yeast and lagered it for two and a half months," he said. "Supposed to come out 8.5% abv; this year it ran a little over nine." It was the popular favorite in voting at the Anacortes Beer Festival this fall. He gave me a taste and the malty richness had that tongue-coating quality you have to love.
(Visited 11/20/12)
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Nodding Head in Philly's downtown
The day after the wedding I ventured into Philadelphia to check a previously unvisited brewpub in the downtown area: the Nodding Head. This is a second-story job--literally. Another restaurant is on the ground floor of this old building on Sansom St. and the brewery is up the stairs.
The interior is done in dark wood booths and bar with the brewing apparatus in the back. The name either derives from or has inspired an impressive bobblehead collection, on display.
The taphandles have the bobblehead look as well.
Nodding Head was pouring a modest assortment this evening: the Grog in the foreground is a brown ale, the 700 level is a blonde ale, and the IPA was called Wet Chinook, which I ordered for the Washingtonian name. It's styled a Double IPA at 8.5% but that seemed to refer to the dry hopping after the first batch of chinook hops went in the boil. It had nice body but not the suck-a-lemon bitter that we occastionally run across here in the NW. Then with mussels for dinner I had their Ich Bin Ein Berlinerer Weisse: they call this a sour wheat beer, not a hefeweizen. It was tart but not quite like a sour ale. Nice.
My server said this brewpub has been going thirteen years, making it one of the older brewing pubs in the city. A quiet, relaxing spot. About three blocks on down 16th St., I finished the evening libations at the legendary Monk's Cafe. West Belgium, they could call it for the lovers of all things flemish and fermented. I had a Cazeau Tournay Black Stout--who knew the Belgians went in for such English things as a stout with coffee and chocolate tastes? Not me until then.
(Visited 10/7/12)
The interior is done in dark wood booths and bar with the brewing apparatus in the back. The name either derives from or has inspired an impressive bobblehead collection, on display.
The taphandles have the bobblehead look as well.
Nodding Head was pouring a modest assortment this evening: the Grog in the foreground is a brown ale, the 700 level is a blonde ale, and the IPA was called Wet Chinook, which I ordered for the Washingtonian name. It's styled a Double IPA at 8.5% but that seemed to refer to the dry hopping after the first batch of chinook hops went in the boil. It had nice body but not the suck-a-lemon bitter that we occastionally run across here in the NW. Then with mussels for dinner I had their Ich Bin Ein Berlinerer Weisse: they call this a sour wheat beer, not a hefeweizen. It was tart but not quite like a sour ale. Nice.
My server said this brewpub has been going thirteen years, making it one of the older brewing pubs in the city. A quiet, relaxing spot. About three blocks on down 16th St., I finished the evening libations at the legendary Monk's Cafe. West Belgium, they could call it for the lovers of all things flemish and fermented. I had a Cazeau Tournay Black Stout--who knew the Belgians went in for such English things as a stout with coffee and chocolate tastes? Not me until then.
(Visited 10/7/12)
Victory Brewing, Downington, PA: wedding brew
About forty miles NW of Philadelphia, out the Main Line, the town of Downington has a good-sized (68,000 bbl last year) plant called Victory Brewing Co. As the website says, Victory is in the process of opening a second brewery about thirty miles away, with plans to hit that 100,000 barrel mark.
The younger daughter was married last weekend in an outdoor site a few miles from Downington. Dad offered to provide the beer for the wedding feast and Victory's pilsner seemed like a natural. So the groom's father and I went and fetched the better part of one of those barrels (5/6, to be exact) from the brewery to the wedding.
My one picture of the front of the retail side didn't turn out, but I did get the T-shirt and a sticker.
And the wedding was a beautiful and memorable affair. Just look at the radiant bride!
(Brewery visited 10/5/12; wedding 10/6)
The younger daughter was married last weekend in an outdoor site a few miles from Downington. Dad offered to provide the beer for the wedding feast and Victory's pilsner seemed like a natural. So the groom's father and I went and fetched the better part of one of those barrels (5/6, to be exact) from the brewery to the wedding.
My one picture of the front of the retail side didn't turn out, but I did get the T-shirt and a sticker.
And the wedding was a beautiful and memorable affair. Just look at the radiant bride!
(Brewery visited 10/5/12; wedding 10/6)
Friday, September 28, 2012
Steam Plant Grill & Spokane festival
New brewery stop last weekend: the Steam Plant Grill in downtown Spokane. You can't miss it before sundown as the twin smokestacks tower over the neighborhood. The stacks sent coal smoke out towards Idaho for seventy-some years as steam from the plant heated all the downtown buildings throughout the winter. Closed in the mid-80s, renovated as a restaurant, brewery with pub, meeting space area on the lower levels. I add it to the most memorable building adaptations that honor the former use while making good ales. Others on that list: the firehouse in Tacoma (Engine House 9), the post office in Pullman (Paradise Creek), and the electrical substation in Puyallup (Powerhouse).
Here, a huge boiler dominates the center of the building from the second floor up to the fourth or fifth.
Dials and gauges have been left on the walls and iron catwalks and stairs connect the levels. A lot of the brewing had been done in Coeur d'Alene, but that site is not operating at this time, so all the house ales on the Steam Plant menu have been brewed here.
I had a glass of their fine Highland Scottish Ale with a nicely seasoned Kurabota pork chop. D.B. had a small glass of wine with a hot seafood salad. We were well beered up from the Spokane Octoberfest a few blocks away, in Riverfront Park.
The festival, held under state Beer Commission sponsorship, was a great time. A fair number of the nanobrewers, folks we might never see over on the wet side, attended: Twelve String Brewing and Iron Goat from Spokane, Golden Hills Brewing from Airway Heights, Riverport from Clarkston, the aforementioned Paradise Creek from Pullman. Northern Lights, as it was known last May when I stopped there, is now No-Li Brewing. Another name change forced by threats of trademark litigation. One of the No-Li guys told me they had been doing business as Northern Lights some time before the east coast plaintiff did, but the latter was willing to spend more money on lawyers, money the Spokane guys would rather put in malt and hops. So it goes.
A big tent covered a good local band cranking out danceable tunes and long tables where the beer fans could sit a bit and talk the brews. We met some folks who had bicycled nine miles along the river to get here; they had hopes of a motorized ride back.
Here, a huge boiler dominates the center of the building from the second floor up to the fourth or fifth.
Dials and gauges have been left on the walls and iron catwalks and stairs connect the levels. A lot of the brewing had been done in Coeur d'Alene, but that site is not operating at this time, so all the house ales on the Steam Plant menu have been brewed here.
I had a glass of their fine Highland Scottish Ale with a nicely seasoned Kurabota pork chop. D.B. had a small glass of wine with a hot seafood salad. We were well beered up from the Spokane Octoberfest a few blocks away, in Riverfront Park.
The festival, held under state Beer Commission sponsorship, was a great time. A fair number of the nanobrewers, folks we might never see over on the wet side, attended: Twelve String Brewing and Iron Goat from Spokane, Golden Hills Brewing from Airway Heights, Riverport from Clarkston, the aforementioned Paradise Creek from Pullman. Northern Lights, as it was known last May when I stopped there, is now No-Li Brewing. Another name change forced by threats of trademark litigation. One of the No-Li guys told me they had been doing business as Northern Lights some time before the east coast plaintiff did, but the latter was willing to spend more money on lawyers, money the Spokane guys would rather put in malt and hops. So it goes.
A big tent covered a good local band cranking out danceable tunes and long tables where the beer fans could sit a bit and talk the brews. We met some folks who had bicycled nine miles along the river to get here; they had hopes of a motorized ride back.
Visted 9/21/12)
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