October 2009

Brouwer's Cafe Washington Beer Fest
Next WABL event is going to be hosted by Brouwer's Cafe and this is going to be a big one! Brouwer's Cafe is hosting the Washington Beer Fest starting Friday, October 23rd. Every single one of Brouwer's 64 taps will be a Washington beer during the event to celebrate beer made in Washington. This event is open to public but WABL members will get some special perks so make sure to mark your calendar! More info to follow soon.

Washington Beer Fest @ Brouwer's Cafe
Friday, October 23rd, 2009
400 N 35th St
Seattle, WA 98103
http://brouwerscafe.blogspot.com

At Brouwer's website it just says this so far:
Friday October 23rd, Brouwer's Cafe turns over all 63 taps to Washington beer.
More info tba

We'll be having our annual Halloween Potluck
on Saturday, October 24th from 4 to closing.
Bring your favorite food to share
and we'll knock $1 off the beer prices.
We will be holding our Carved Pumpkin Contest!
(Bring pumpkins already carved, please.)
Costuming is entirely optional.

Hood Canal Brewery
360-297-8316
Open Daily 12-8pm
www.hoodcanalbrewery.com
hoodcanalbrewery@gmail.com

$55. pp (check or cash to confirm reservation)
payable to Mary Earl or Vic Keranen
3025 NW Mountain View
Silverdale, WA 98383

Max is 18 people
Wait list starts at 12 paid

Menu
subject to Whim of Vic (and seasonal availability, but here are some likely type of dishes/courses)

The Welcome Walkabout
Beer dip and beer crackers with something light,dry and refreshing

Apps
Carrot Timbale with a milk stout

Soup
Barleywine Corn Chowder with scotch Ale

Entree
Stout braised Short Ribs, braised chard, parsnip puree with a stout or a porter

Intermezzo
Thindue with Mushroom bread, apples, celery and pears paired with a golden strong

Finish
Cheesecake with something big, sweet and MALTY....

Mary Earl

WABL 4th Anniversary Party
Date Saturday, November 7th, 4-8pm
Location Seattle Center Rainier Room (305 Harrison St.Seattle, WA 98109)
Admission WABL-- $30
Non-WABL-- $40 (limit to one non-WABL guest per member)
Admission includes 12+ tasting tokens (each taste is 6oz) and food
Beer 12 very special, hard-to-find beers by WA breweries. Beer list to be announced soon.
Food Pasta bar
More fun stuff Meet Washington brewers
Lots of giveaways
Birthday cake

How to order your tickets:

* Mail a check payable to the Washington Brewers Guild with your name, WABL ID number and your guest's name, if any, to P.O. Box 20014, Seattle, WA 98102. Admission for WABL members are $30 and non-WABL member is $40 (one guest per member). Once we receive your payment we will send you tickets in the mail starting mid-October. Tickets are not transferable. Advance purchase is required (no day of sales). Capacity is 300 people. The party was sold out last year so mail your check early!
* Make sure your membership is current at the time of ticket purchase AND the day of the party. If your membership is not current you (and your guest) won't be admitted even if you bought tickets, and tickets are non-refundable.
* We do not offer a designated driver discount since space is limited and we'll be offering very special beers, we want to reserve space for those who do drink beer. But please be smart and safe. Ask your friend/significant other to pick you up or take public transportations. Or there are a lot of lodging options near the SeattleCenter as well. Be safe and responsible!

November 7, 2009
Worldwide event

See Teach a Friend to Homebrew Day for more information.
http://beertown.org/events/teach/index.html

Saturday - November 21, 2009 @ 07:00PM / ends @ 10:00PM
Beer Tasting @ Mirabeau Park Hoel
Spokane, Washington
donna@WRAhome.com 509-467-7744

Event Details:
Sample more than 30 handcrafted beers and 100 wines and from the Northwest and beyond. Hors d'oeuvres to complement the beer & wine and the mood of the evening prepared by chef Curtis Smith and the Northwest Culinary Academy at Spokane Community College. Silent auction and wine store.

http://www.spokanecorkandkeg.com/

As usual WABL members will receive some special perks at the Winter Beer Fest:
- WABL Hour-Friday 4-5pm & Saturday 12-1pm (only exceptions are designated driver guests)
- WABL Beer
- Bonus two tokens (no promo code or separate tickets needed. Just show your passport at the door)

2009 Winter Beer Festival
Friday, December 4th, 5-10pm (WABL Hour: 4-5pm)
Saturday, December 5th, 1-10pm (WABL Hour: 1-2pm)
Hale's Palladium @ Hale's Ales Brewery
4301 Leary Way, NW
Seattle, WA 98107
www.washingtonbeer.com/wbf.htm

This was sent to us by... (OK, I'm not sure he wants to be named).

Here's another one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnpHU-8U-Nk

And here are some reviews of Cantillon's cloudberry lambic made for Akkurat in Stockholm:
http://beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/388/9116

It's similar to the list at ratebeer.com so apparently when you get enough thousands of beer geeks rating and voting on their favorite beers you do get to some sort of consensus, and of course Budweiser does not show up on either list.
http://beeradvocate.com/top_beers

Luke Bryan
Drinkin' Beer And Wastin' Bullets lyrics

out in the sticks
with the squirrells and the ticks
and my 30-06
im running out of miller light
trucks in park
the dog wont bark
couple hours til dark
wishing one would walk by
might as well left my gun in the gun rack
been here all day all ive killed a 12 pack
sitting here
waiting on a deer
drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets
aiming at the empties
missing hitting pine trees
aint my fault them cans keep moving
my babys on the phone
saying baby come home
where ya been and whatcha been doing
well ive been sitting here
waiting on a deer
drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets
the only deer i seens
been john deer green
but that dont mean
that i got a rawl deal
cause there aint no boss
callin' me hoss
ticking me off
on the edge of this corn field
on my second box of winchester hundred grains
aint seen a big buck
but its been a good day
sitting here
waiting on a deer
drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets
aiming at the empties
missing hitting pine trees
aint my fault them cans keep moving
my babys on the phone
saying baby come home
where ya been and whatcha been doing
well ive been sitting here
waiting on a deer
drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets
sitting here
waiting on a deer
drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets
aiming at the empties
missing hitting pine trees
aint my fault them cans keep moving
my babys on the phone
saying baby come home
where ya been and whatcha been doing
well ive been sitting here
waiting on a deer
drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets

Took a look down a westbound road,
Right away I made my choice
Headed out to my big two-wheeler,
I was tired of my own voice
Took a bead on the northern plains
And just rolled that power on

Twelve hours out of mackinaw city
Stopped in a bar to have a brew
Met a girl and we had a few drinks
And I told her what Id decided to do
She looked out the window a long long moment
Then she looked into my eyes
She didnt have to say a thing,
I knew what she was thinkin

Roll, roll me away,
Wont you roll me away tonight
I too am lost, I feel double-crossed
And Im sick of whats wrong and whats right
We never even said a word,
We just walked out and got on that bike
And we rolled
And we rolled clean out of sight

We rolled across the high plains
Deep into the mountains
Felt so good to me
Finally feelin free

Somewhere along a high road
The air began to turn cold
She said she missed her home
I headed on alone

Stood alone on a mountain top,
Starin out at the great divide
I could go east, I could go west,
It was all up to me to decide
Just then I saw a young hawk flyin
And my soul began to rise
And pretty soon
My heart was singin

Roll, roll me away,
Im gonna roll me away tonight
Gotta keep rollin, gotta keep ridin,
Keep searchin till I find whats right
And as the sunset faded
I spoke to the faintest first starlight
And I said next time
Next time
We'll get it right

The band played and everyone talked
Through the plain old beer drinker’s waltz.

Well, they sweated and swore, and they spit on the floor
Where the cigarette butts were all thrown
They wrote on the wall and hid out from the law
And the whole gang was drunk-drivin’ home.

(refrain)

Some little snuff queen who was barely sixteen
Played an out of tune yamaha guitar
Some old boy named wink who brought his own drinks
Had his fiddle stoled out of his car.

(refrain)

The man tendin’ bar told the boy on guitar
He was a-drinkin’ a little too much
They announced on the mic that they left on the lights
In a dark blue chevrolet truck.

(refrain)

Well, somewhere in the heavens there’s a seven-o-seven
And they’re a-servin’ champagne in first class
Somewhere upstairs a child says it’s prayers
Oh, but downstairs they’re havin’ a blast.

(refrain)

I wanna be a beer truck driver
I wanna see that all the beer inside her
Safely makes it to its destination
I wanna be a beer truck drivin' sensation

Well when i was a little child I was riding a bus to school
I saw a terrible accident on the side of the road and the memory haunts me still
Well a big ol truck it was full of suds had passed over on its side
There were bottles broken all over the street there were very few left inside
Well the river of beer, yeah it was flowin right down county lane
Where the foam drowns into the gutter and down the sidewalk drain

And I wanna be a beer truck driver
I wanna see that all the beer inside her
Safely makes it to its destination
I wanna be a beer truck drivin' sensation

Well well I grew up with the rules of the road and my goal that seemed so clear
I learned that everything that is in back of me maybe closer than it appears
Well I was on a mission to save the folks who needed a cold beer
After a long hot day with little pay I'd be right there for you
Well I went down to beer truck driving school like the man in the plan he told me to
Look me up when you get Class 4, I'll see what I can do for you

Cause I wanna be a beer truck driver
I wanna see that all the beer inside her
Safely makes it to its destination
I wanna be a beer truck drivin' sensation

Well when I die many years from now I want all the beer drinkers to somehow
Remember that frosty bottle or can that appeared there in their hand
Yeah I want everybody to raise their bottle of beer and say to me
To all the 18-wheeled chariots and all the beer drinking patriots
Because without them what we wouldn't even have a name and beer drinkin is our game
Beer truck driver, give em a hand and let me hear it again
Cause I wanna be a beer truck driver

I wanna see that all the beer inside her
Safely makes it to its destination
I wanna be a beer truck drivin sensation
Yeah I wanna be a beer truck driver
I wanna see that all the beer inside her
Safely makes it to its destination
I wanna be a beer truck drivin sensation
Well I wanna be a beer truck driver
I wanna be a beer truck driver
I wanna be a beer truck beer truck driver

Look what I found in my beer
A couple of dancing ladies and a ticket out of here
Look what I've found in my beer
A start to being lonely and an end to my career
Look what he found in his gin
Lights' looking lively when love's looking dim
Look what he found in his gin
Souls look heavy when personality's thin
Look what I found in the drum
A lifelong beat and a replacement to the rum
Look what he found in his guitar
Another fellow thinker and a chauffeur to my heart
Look what I found in the mic
An end to screwed-up drinking and a Paul I actually like
Look what I found in my beer
A free test drive for a heart I cannot steer
Look what I found in my beer
Look what I found in my drink
A brain without a plughole and a sink without a think
Look what I found in my drink
A "love you" to the barmaid and a too-familiar wink
Look what we found in his booze
The reflection of him and his children without shoes
Look what we found in his booze
This mornings jigsaw in a hill of last nights clues
Look what I found in the drum
A lifelong beat and a replacement to the rum
Look what he found in his guitar
Another fellow thinker and a chauffeur to my heart
Look what I found in the mic
An end to screwed-up drinking and a Paul I actually like
Look what I found in my beer
A free test drive for a heart I cannot steer
Look what I found in my beer
Look what we found in the dance
Look what I've found in the song
Low expectations in a large pile of cans
It maked the drink seem weak,
the friendship strong

Sonnet V: Drinking Beer

Drinking is logarithmic we decided
While finishing the upteenth beer last night.
It was just before we had recited
Monty Python and the Meaning of Life.
It seems that the first beer is always “taste”
And the second, so good, it comes so close,
That we drink the third beer with hurried haste
And the next three beers are a single dose.
Your head is now swimming, but you’re not drunk,
And getting the seventh beer from the fridge
You think, “Alfred E. Newman, what a hunk.”
With another beer you're burning the bridge
Between being cool and over the edge,
And you can’t balance beer while on that ledge.

Sandra Osborne

Now do I hear thee weep and groan,
Who hath a comrade sunk at sea?
Then quaff thee of my good old ale,
And it will raise him up for thee;
Thoul't think as little of him then
As when he moved with living men.

If thou hast hopes to move the world,
And every effort it doth fail,
Then to thy side call Jack and Jim,
And bid them drink with thee good ale;
So may the world, that would not hear,
Perish in hell with all your care.

One quart of good ale, and I
Feel then what life immortal is:
The brain is empty of all thought,
The heart is brimming o'er with bliss;
Time's first child, Life, doth live; but Death,
The second, hath not yet his breath.

Give me a quart of good old ale,
Am I a homeless man on earth?
Nay, I want not your roof and quilt,
I'll lie warm at the moon's cold hearth;
No grumbling ghost to grudge my bed,
His grave, ha! ha! holds up my head.

William Henry Davies