WINTER WARMER

Winter Warmer, a Winter Warmer Ale by Powerhouse Restaurant & Brewery.

On tap, served in a 16 ounce shaker glass. 7.2% alcohol by volume.

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It seems that a lot of winter things are appearing earlier each year, creeping through autumn, ever closer to summer. Christmas cannot wait until Thanksgiving any longer, appearing throughout our culture immediately after Halloween. Likewise, many winter warmer ales are released in early or middle fall, rather than waiting for their namesake season.

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With that being said, the Powerhouse makes an interesting variation on a winter warmer.

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The beer board reads "SERIOUSLY BITTERED WITH COPIOUS SAAZ HOPPING." It is only one of two beer board listings in all capital letters. (The other is the Kölsch.)

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The glass arrives at the table with a hazy yellow body with a thin white head.

The nose is of butterscotch candies, shortbread cookies, and lemony citrus.

The tongue includes those flavors, although a strong varnish-like alcohol bite is what is first encountered, accompanied by a bitter hoppiness. Then the other flavors appear, followed by a background of broth and nettle leaves.

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There is almost too much alcohol and bitterness on the front. The more I think about what I just tasted and the more it settles onto my tongue, the better it becomes. Is this "instant nostalgia"? The flavor is so intense and the ale doesn't quite fit my stereotype of a winter warmer (more hops than malts, lacking some of the spiciness I have come to expect), yet it's higher alcohol content, the initial bitterness tempered by the smoother flavors on the finish, and its overall balance as it lingers really make it enjoyable.

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Recommended.

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The wife, the child, and TWT walked in the snow to our neighborhood brewpub for dinner and ale. It was worth the walk. The Overload Pizza and the Winter Warmer helped to keep the cold and snow at bay, as did the full beard!

THE GODS OF CHRISTMAS

Self-portrait with The Child, Friday 19 November 2010.

It appears that the gods of the secular version of Christmas have appeared even earlier this year than of those prior. The malls and stores are inundated with holiday merchandise. It makes me want to stay home more so than ever.

THOUGHT

Thought, Forethought, and Afterthought.

My two regular crow visitors bring their sometimes friend, Thought, along with them for the day's bread. They place themselves in the scene based upon their names—Forethought in the foreground, loud and boisterous; Thought in the middle ground, somewhat near but comfortably wary; and Afterthought lurking in the trees, just out of sight, peeking around twigs and leaves to check on things.

The small pool of water at the driveway's end provides a means for easily breaking the bread into more manageable pieces. Occasionally, all three will gather at the pool, splitting a slice of bread or tortilla shell between them.

SIGNS & WONDERS

99 Bottles posted on their Facebook page this morning that they received a very limited quantity of Deschutes Brewery's The Dissident. I missed out on the last batch (2008), but heard it was an excellent sour ale. So, off I went, to collect beautiful trinkets like the crows I have been observing, flying off to purchase my allowed one bottle.

ROOK

"...I only know that a rook / Ordering its black feathers can so shine / As to seize up my senses, haul / My eyelids up, and grant // A brief respite from fear / Of total neutrality..."

—from "Black Rook in Rainy Weather" by Sylvia Plath, as found in Watch for the Light: Readings for Advent and Christmas

ACHILLES

It is a turn of events. It never happened. Yet there is a body.

The wind hectored Achilles, brought exhaustion and battered his body, dragging it through the air as though across a battlefield.

His corpse tumbled from the heavens and landed in the courtyard of a church, hallowed ground, sanctuary.

There is no longer fear. There is no longer labor. There is only a body.

WINDRIDERS

An entire murder of crows alights upon a copse of cedar and fir. A few moments later, the hundred or so birds are airborne again, Windriders in the brisk bluster. They tumble and crash into one another, flapping to stay aloft and aloof from their neighbors.

FORETHOUGHT

The scene is imprecisely trisected by two telephone lines. Upon these lines sit the crows of Odin, Hugin and Munin, Thought and Memory, although I think of them as Forethought and Afterthought, Prometheus and Epimetheus, Greek rather than Norse. They are no longer pictured above, although they are lurking, somewhere, in the background. I can hear them chattering to one another. I know I am being watched.

Forethought lands upon the upper line each Friday, Saturday, and Sunday around noon, while Afterthought hops about from branch to branch in a nearby tree, croaking out bits of encouragement to his brother. Forethought calls out to me, asking for slices of bread or tortilla shells. I oblige the two crows with bits of discarded food that were headed for the compost bin.

They may call upon our house on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, but the wife hasn't been watching for them, so she isn't sure if they show up on those days. But, each weekend day, when the sun is near its zenith, there they are, waiting for a few scraps, luring me outside with their throaty song.

AUTUMNAL JOYS

Today, the wife, the child, and I spent a rare day together. The three of us enjoyed sleeping in, a round of disc golf, lunch at Tacoma's Freighthouse Square, and poking around in both the University of Washington Tacoma bookstore and King's Books.


The wife's driver disc attempts to hide from us!


A beautiful mid-autumn day in the Pacific Northwest. (The rain came later in the day.)


Chicago-style hot dog with all the fixin's from Dog & Deli of Tacoma.

SEEING RED: THE MENS ROOM

The Mens Room Original Red, a Red Ale by Elysian Brewing Company.

22 ounce bomber bottle, served in an English pint glass. 5.6% alcohol by volume.

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The pour is coppery orange-red, capped with a finger-thick white head. Terraces of lacing remain behind after successive quaffs.

The initial aroma contains caramel and a hint of leaf.

The initial flavor is caramel and a faint, faint nuttiness. As it warms, the caramel smooths out and expands, while a bitter nettle creeps in at the edges.


The palate is solid, with the tiniest alcohol bite on the finish.

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My initial reaction:
I've heard great things about this, so I expected more. It's a decent red, very sessionable.

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As it warms:
As the night (and the bottle) wear on, I am more intrigued by it. I have finally identified the flavor that has been bothering me, eluding me. It is pretzel. The crisp dough. The saltiness. I break open the bag of pretzels on top of the refrigerator and have a few. Washing them down with Mens Room confirms the match.

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This ale is great with homemade chicken tacos.

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Final reaction:
It took some time and some reflection, but I think this is a beer that definitely is worth the word-of-mouth praise that it is getting. As I sipped it and thought about it, as it warmed and allowed its true character to come forth, I think that a new regular red ale made its way into my heart and my refrigerator and my belly.