Intellectual Ferment of a Different Kind
At the Wirtshaus It’s early evening and you’ve just hiked over the hill from the next town. An elaborate wrought-iron sign marks the spot, an old wizened door beckons. Inside, the Wirtshaus echoes with the sounds of merriment and the clinking of glasses. …
~Malthead Manifesto~ A spectre is haunting the craft beer world –– the spectre of Sir Maltalot. Laid low by a tsunami of IPA, the wild yeasts have set in to consume his legacy. Extreme beerists have entered into an unholy alliance with sharp-fanged sours, enlisting …
Nose, nose, jolly red nose / And what gave thee that jolly red nose? Cinnamon and ginger, nutmeg, and cloves / And that’s what gave me that jolly red nose. At the beginning of his chapter on warm beer, W.T. Marchant expresses regret that “some …
Addendum (24 August 2014): When I read the theme for September’s edition of The Session, it seemed an ideal occasion to share something I had written earlier this summer. September’s Session topic, My First Belgian, comes to us courtesy of Breandán and Elisa of Belgian …