Stop drinking that mass-marketed, imported beer (especially if you’re at work right now); next time, make it a Duck-Rabbit Hoppy Bunny American Black Ale instead.
This weekend, 140 brewers will assemble at the Seaport World Trade Center to help broaden your beer horizons at the sixth annual American Craft Beer Fest, pouring out samples of Rumple Drumkin, Raging Bitch, and Crunkle Sam, just to name a few of the 640 brews on tap.
Four years ago I had the pleasure of attending the second annual festival; I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, recently of-age, and thinking that “craft beer” was knocking back a Miller Lite while constructing a popsicle-stick birdhouse at your kitchen table (sadly, there is no festival dedicated to this … yet). Back then, there were merely 75 different breweries from around the country in attendance – and still the whole scene was almost too much to take in, simply breath-taking . . . one might even say intoxicating. With my two-ounce sampling thimble (okay, it’s slightly larger) I tasted a variety of beers, from now-favorites like Wachusett Blueberry and Allagash White to some brews I would never venture to try again (Hell or High Watermelon sticks out as a particularly hellish concoction; strangely enough, its brewer doesn’t seem to be on the list of this year’s attendees).
This Friday, I’m excited to make my triumphant return to the ACBF as I edge closer to becoming a beer connoisseur. Here’s a few lessons I learned last time that I’ll be keeping in mind: Continue reading