dsc00880I got the call about 11 p.m.

“Hey, what are you doing? Come on over to the Pig and join us for a couple beers.”

I love those kind of nights. Spontaneous, unexpected, and sure to involve some really interesting beers.

I trekked over to St. Paul, and walked in to a sparsely-filled bar. A few pockets of late night drinkers stationed about the room, quiet conversations, and an idle bartender working through the day’s crossword puzzle. The kind of mood you’d expect on a weekday night.

I spotted my three friends in the back, and by the multitude of empty glasses, snifters and chalices on the wooden table I knew they’d already lit into some good stuff throughout the evening. I sat down, and was offered the last few sips of Cantillon Kriek, a lambic that puckered my mouth with its cherry tartness. Pretty good, but not what I was in the mood for.

I perused the formidable beer menu, scanning the fantastic list of Belgians and other craft beers the Muddy Pig is known for offering. After some discussion, we decided to order North Coast’s Le Merle, a Belgian saison, and Gouden Carolus Hopsinjoor, a Belgian IPA.

Le Merle sparked some heated discussion and debate at the table. All of us were very familiar with the style, but were coming at it from different perspectives. Admittedly, I was caught up in comparing it to Ommegang Hennepin or Boulevard’s Smokestack Series, two of the best saisons I’ve ever enjoyed (and not made in Belgium!). But Le Merle was a very different kind of ale. Starts off like most saisons with a yeasty, musty farmhouse quality. But unlike my definition of what makes a good saison, finished too dry, almost like champagne with its highly carbonated puckering. I get that saisons are crisp, refreshing and often sour. But this was something different. This is where we spent most of our time debating the merits of Le Merle, and after it was all said and done, I was convinced that it was in fact a very good saison. One that has expanded my horizons a bit, even if it wasn’t sweet enough for my taste.

Rating: B+

dsc00889Next up was Gouden Carolus Hopsinjoor. When one thinks IPA, at least here in the U.S., your mind automatically wanders to everything BIG…huge floral hops, overpowering citrus and lasting bitterness. Hopsinjoor was much more reserved, a very different interpretation of the style. And I really liked it. You get the standard yeasty Belgian aroma up front, with some nice fruit and hops peppered in. This is what I’d call a “sophisticated” IPA with its measured balance of sweet malt and delicate use of hops. In some ways, reminded me of Poperings Hommel Bier, another fantastic Belgian IPA that I enjoyed at the Muddy Pig’s Belgian Beer Festival held earlier this year.

Rating: A-

dsc00892To cap off the night, we decided to order Deus from Brouwerij Bosteels, one of the most unique Belgians I’ve had the pleasure of trying. Deus is a Biere de Champagne, according to Beer Advocate one of the newest Belgian styles that is quickly gaining popularity as a cross-over teetering between a traditional champagne (undergoing “remuage” and “degorgement” where yeast is extracted from the fermented beer) and more traditional Belgian styles such as a saison or tripel.

Highly carbonated, poured with a beautiful puffy white cloud head. Lacked a real strong yeast character in the nose, but there was some there. Fantastic floral notes, smells like a midsummer flower or herb garden. Tasted very much like a tart apple with pepper and other spices mixed in, that typical “barnyard” or funky quality experienced in many saisons. Finishes very dry, like a champagne, with a surprising bit of lingering sweetness. Quite an interesting beer. I’d like to get my hands on some other examples of this style.

Rating: A

Don’t let anyone tell you homebrewing isn’t alot of work.

I got up relatively early this morning and started setting up my equipment and getting the ingredients together to brew the barleywine. Two separate mashes to get the original gravity as high as possible, somewhere in the 1.10 range, which would equate to between 10-12% ABV. I took a few videos of the day, embedded below, for your homebrewing edification.

Once the main event was complete, I also bottled the DFH 60 clone, and managed to squeeze out almost two full cases worth. Smelled extremely hoppy, but the small flat sample I tasted was extra smooth. I thank Sam Calagione for the innovation of continuous hopping. However, I may have overshot the mark and accidentally made a DFH 90 clone, given the hop levels in there.

Once that was complete, I didn’t have enough bottles to package up the Summit Winter clone. So I’ll have to save that for later in the week. However, I did rack my Saison into secondary, and I gotta say, it smelled EXACTLY like Ommegang Hennepin. Just a bit of pepper, fragrant (yet light) citrus and orange, and distinctive Belgian candi sugar and yeast. I’m really looking forward to that one.

All said and done, about 9 hours of homebrewing. I’m ready for a vacation.

Barleywine Grain Bill

Hop Schedule

Mashing

Sustainability

Cooling

dsc00863So today didn’t quite go as I’d expected, but still productive nonetheless.

I did make it to the homebrew supply store, and purchased my ingredients for the barleywine, but that’s as far as I got on the brewing front. The weather around here turned a little cold and windy, so I put the brewing on hold until tomorrow. Instead, I spent most of the day running around town to Home Depot and several other places trying to take care of some long neglected projects around the house, including cleaning up my beer/workshop room. 

Most of my homebrew equipment is typically strewn about the floor, loosely organized in some state of controlled chaos. I usually know where everything is located, but it also gets old jumping over carboys and immersion chillers when I actually need to go in there for something other than beer. So I bought an inexpensive steel shelving system and put it together, hoping to get my stuff off the floor and neatly arranged in the corner. Kind of nice to have it clean in there for once.

But tomorrow, I’m for sure putting everything to good use and brewing that barleywine. Looking forward to it. I’m also planning to bottle the DFH 60 Minute IPA and Summit Winter Ale clones that have been sitting in secondary for at least a couple weeks, and rack the Saison I brewed over a week ago to the secondary. I’m guessing it’ll take me the entire day. But if I didn’t enjoy it, it wouldn’t be a hobby. When it’s all said and done, I’ll have another 15 gallons of homebrew to go with my already stocked beer fridge. Good thing I have friends.  

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So I decided to document my day brewing a Belgian Saison through the magic of video.

You can check out all 16 videos here that go through the different steps involved in the all-grain brewing process (I spared everyone the ridiculous amounts of sanitization). I numbered each video so it’s easier to view them in order. In total, it’s about 20 minutes of homebrewing fun.

Here’s four videos from the collection, showing different stages in the process:

The Mash

The Sparge

Adding the Hops

Cooling and Racking

There’s some things that drive me crazy.

People ending sentences with prepositions. My dog taking a shit on my nice white basement carpet. And loads of people ordering rum and Cokes or Mojitos at a bar that’s in the midst of a Belgian Beer Festival.

Such was the case at the Muddy Pig in St. Paul. Do these people not understand they’re in the presence of Beer Perfection? Or do they really think that their Jack and Coke with a lime can somehow compete with the likes of Furthermore Fatty Boombalatty? Or Popperings Hommel Bier? I don’t think so.

Aside from the local morons who clearly weren’t at the Muddy Pig to honor some of Belgium’s finest ales, it was a good night. And you know it was a good night when someone else drives you home, which was the case in my situation. I was even able to convince my driver to make a Run For the Border so I could get my fix of beef and potato burritos and hard shell tacos to sop up the Belgian goodness. Thanks hon.

So on to the beer…I can’t even begin to tell you what I had. It was like a fugue state of being…I nearly forgot who I was as my brain was catapulted into sensory overload of fantastic Belgian yeasts, hops and malt. It was an absolute epitome of what I wish my every weekend evening entailed. I can safely say I had nearly eveything on the Muddy Pig’s list of more than 40 Belgians on draught. The list included Saisons, Dubbels, Tripels, Quads, Abbeys, and Wits. And I can remember almost none of it, other than the vague sense that the comprehensive list of ales I imbibed made me feel very happy to be alive and in St. Paul at that very moment. It was one fantastic beer after another. My hats off to the individual who organized this celebration of high quality craft beers. And even greater thanks to the bartender who walked away from me as I attempted to offer him money for my round of beers. It just made my night that much sweeter.

The only downside to the evening was that every beer was served in 4 ounce sampler glasses. So instead of truly enjoying the nose of a nice Two Brothers Oh Brother! Triple, St. Bernardus Abt 12, or Ommegang Rare Vos, I was forced to take it from the equivalent of a baby’s sippy cup. What was this crap? I want to experience my beers for what they are truly worth, not tipple with training wheels. Maybe they were afraid folks like me would drink their imperial pints or chalices of 9% ABV beer too quickly. And well they should. Because instead of whining about the vessel these Belgians were presented in, my friends and I set forth to knock back as many as we possibly could in as little time as possible.

Even after enjoying a nice meal of mushroom gnocci with pine nuts to create that all-important base for alcohol consumption, I was feeling it after only a few. But I pressed on…for how could a collective 16 ounces of beer give me a buzz like that? It was the equivalent of ordering a sack of sliders from White Castle…they’re too small to fill me up, keep ‘em coming!

As the evening came to an end, and friends slowly made their way out of the bar, I sat and pondered what a great night we’d all had. Because man this was good stuff. And what made it better was enjoying it with people that truly appreciated it for what it was…a fantastic menagerie of beers most of us wouldn’t see again the rest of our lives living here in the Twin Cities.

I spend entirely too much time playing MSN Games online. This is not something I’m proud of. In fact, it’s a little embarrassing.

This goes back probably a couple years. First it started with Spades. I call that one the gateway drug. I’d get home from work, maybe crack a brew, and fire up the old laptop for a few solid games trumping the shit out of some moron who didn’t know how to bid his hand. Seemed like a fun and cheap way to relax after a long day. MSN Games gives you a “ranking” of sorts, which from what I can tell is just a sliding scale (like a bell curve, perhaps) that compares you at any given moment on that curve to every other player around the world. Similar to my previously described Baggo prowess, I got pretty damn good at the game, achieving astronomical ratings that were hard to sustain for very long. Then the whole thing got boring. I guess a guy has a limit for time-wasting games such as this. So of course, I moved on to Hearts, an equally addictive and childish game.

Unlike Spades, where the object is to take tricks (like most trump games), the primary goal in Hearts is to avoid taking the queen of spades. The black lady. The widowmaker. And when that conniving little bitch gets tossed your way, you want nothing more than to choke the shit out of the player who gave it to you. That is, of course, unless you’re trying to Shoot the Moon, in which case you want every point on the table. As you might guess, your Hearts strategy could shift midway through each hand depending on how things play out. This is what is so frustrating…you look like your home free, no hearts have come your way, and suddenly the flood gates open up. You’re fucked.         

But I got tired of that one too. So I decided to move on to a real game. A game fit for, well…kings I guess. Texas Hold ‘Em. Good old fashioned poker. A true equalizer. Just you, two cards, and a whole lot of attitude. Is he bluffing? Does he have it? Who can say? Of course, on MSN Games you’re playing for mythical money, which some could argue isn’t that realistic. But some of these guys at the higher rankings take it way too seriously. Including me.

So as I partook in some heated Hold ‘Em hands this evening, I tippled an Ommegang Hennepin bomber. What a great saison this is. Living in Minneapolis, most folks around here would assume this was a local beer, since everything from streets, two-year colleges, hospitals, theatre districts, and state parks are named after Father Louis Hennepin, the first European to set foot at St. Anthony Falls - aka present-day downtown Minneapolis – and Niagara Falls in New York, the home base of Ommegang.

It’s a very even keel beer…not too much malt, not too many hops. Just very balanced and refreshing, especially for a stronger ale (7.7% ABV). The coloring is a nice golden straw, poured with a good two finger head in a snifter. Very spicy aroma, like pepper. I love it. As is typical, a distinctive Belgian yeast character is present as well. When you eventually pull yourself away from the nose, you’re greeted with a nice and fruity sweet malt flavor. The whole thing from start to finish is just about perfect. Hats off again, Ommegang.

Rating: A

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